Emma and the Lost Umbrella children ebook

Emma and the Lost Umbrella

 It was a rainy afternoon in the small town of Maplewood. The sky was filled with gray clouds, and tiny raindrops danced on the sidewalks. Little Emma, a cheerful eight-year-old girl with curly brown hair and a purple raincoat, was walking home from school with her backpack bouncing on her shoulders. As she turned the corner near the town

library, something bright and colorful caught her eye. There, lying alone on a wet bench, was a small red umbrella with tiny yellow stars printed on it. It looked new but was clearly forgotten. Emma stopped and stared. People walked past it, but no one seemed to notice. Some even looked at it and kept going, not wanting to bother. Emma walked closer. She picked

it up gently and looked around. "Whose umbrella could this be?" she whispered to herself. She could have just walked away. After all, it wasn’t hers. But something inside her said, "This belongs to someone. They must be worried." Instead of going home, Emma decided to find the umbrella's owner. She ran to Mrs. Bell’s bakery and asked, “Did anyone forget a red umbrella with

yellow stars?” Mrs. Bell shook her head and smiled, “No sweetie, not here. But that’s kind of you to ask.” Emma thanked her and headed next to the town’s bookstore. Mr. Pine, the old man with thick glasses who ran the shop, said, “Not that I know of, dear. But perhaps try the community center. Someone might be looking for it there.” Emma’s shoes squished

with each step, but she didn’t stop. Her socks were wet, her fingers were cold, but her heart was warm with the thought of helping someone. At the community center, she asked the receptionist, Mrs. Clara, who was busy sorting papers. Mrs. Clara looked up and said, “Oh, that sounds like little Lily’s umbrella! She was here earlier with her grandma and left in a

hurry because of the rain. She might not have noticed it was gone.” Emma’s eyes lit up. “Where does she live?” she asked eagerly. Mrs. Clara called Lily’s grandma and got the address. It was a few blocks away. Emma held the umbrella tightly and walked fast. Her legs were tired, but she didn’t care. She finally reached a small white house with flower pots

by the windows. She knocked on the door. Lily’s grandma opened it. She was surprised to see a soaking wet girl with a bright red umbrella in her hand. "Hello," Emma smiled, a little out of breath. "I think this is Lily’s. I found it near the library." Lily ran to the door. Her eyes widened. “My umbrella! I was so sad I lost it.

Thank you!” she shouted and hugged Emma tightly. Grandma smiled warmly. “That was very kind of you, dear. Not many kids would do that.” Emma smiled back. “I just thought... if it were mine, I’d want someone to bring it back too.” They invited her in for some warm cocoa and cookies. Emma’s socks dried by the heater, and her heart felt full. She didn’t

get a prize or a medal. But the feeling of doing the right thing, of making someone happy, was better than any gift. As Emma walked back home under the now-clear sky, a soft rainbow appeared above the rooftops. She looked up, smiled, and whispered, “Kindness always finds its way back.”

Moral: Helping others, even in small ways, makes the world a brighter and kinder place.