Grandpa dropped a wrinkled seed into Aiman's palm. Aiman squinted at the tiny speck, brushing dry soil off his overalls. "This one is all yours," Grandpa smiled.
Aiman dug a small hole with his yellow trowel and patted damp earth over the seed. He poured a sprinkle of water, watching the little mud bubbles. Then, he tapped the ground twice, waiting for a green leaf to pop up.
The next morning, Aiman tapped the dirt twice. Nothing happened, except a shiny brown beetle crawling by. Aiman slumped his shoulders and let out a long sigh. Grandpa gently handed him a wooden stake to mark the empty spot.
A week later, Aiman tapped the dirt twice, and a bright green shoot was pushing through! He gasped, pointing at the tiny stem. Every day he carried his watering can, watching a fuzzy bud swell bigger and bigger.
Finally, the bud burst open! It was a giant flower with bright purple petals sparkling in the morning dew. Aiman jumped up and down, squelching in the muddy puddles. "Grandpa, look, look!" he shouted across the tomato vines.
Grandpa walked over, pushing aside a big cabbage leaf to see the towering purple blossom. He wrapped his arms around Aiman in a big, tight hug. Aiman grinned, leaning against Grandpa's soft shirt, smelling fresh rain and mint.
