The Yellow Umbrella Children ebooks

Little Emma and the Forgotten Umbrella The rain had stopped, but the sidewalks were still wet and shiny as the school bell rang and children poured out into the streets with their backpacks and lunchboxes. Emma, a cheerful seven-year-old with curly brown hair and big blue eyes, walked slowly under the gray sky. She wore her pink raincoat and polka-dot boots, stepping carefully around the

puddles like they were little lakes filled with secrets. As she turned onto Maple Street — the way to her house — she noticed something lying on the sidewalk near a lamppost. It was a small, bright yellow umbrella. Its handle was shaped like a duck’s head, and it looked just like something a kid would carry. Emma stopped. She looked around. There was no

one nearby. No one seemed to be missing it. She bent down and picked it up carefully. "Someone must have forgotten it," she said aloud to herself. "Maybe they were running home and didn’t notice." Just then, a group of older kids walked by. One of them saw the umbrella in Emma's hand and said, "Leave it. It’s not yours. Someone else will get it

later." Another kid added, “Or maybe it’s broken. That’s why they left it.” Emma frowned. The umbrella looked perfectly fine. Not torn, not dirty — just a little wet like everything else. She held it tighter. "I think someone might be looking for it," she said. The others shrugged and walked away. Emma stood there, holding the umbrella. She could have easily taken it home

and kept it. It was cute, and she didn’t have one like it. But something in her heart said no — this umbrella didn’t belong to her. It belonged to someone who might be missing it right now. And even though it was just a small thing, Emma knew that small things could mean a lot to someone. So instead of going straight home, Emma

decided to find out who it belonged to. She walked back toward the school, holding the umbrella up like a sign. “Did anyone lose a yellow umbrella?” she asked the teacher on duty. “It has a duck handle.” The teacher shook her head. “I haven’t seen anyone looking for it, sweetheart. Maybe check the lost and found tomorrow?” Emma nodded, but she didn’t want to

wait. What if the child who lost it was crying right now? She started asking people nearby — a mother pushing a stroller, a crossing guard, even the ice cream truck driver. No one had seen a kid with a yellow umbrella. Some smiled kindly, others simply shook their heads and moved on. Still, Emma didn’t give up. She walked to the nearby park, just

in case someone had wandered there. The clouds had started to clear, and a gentle golden light began peeking through the trees. In the park, Emma saw a little boy sitting on a bench next to his grandma. He was sniffling, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. Emma felt something tug at her heart. She walked over quietly. “Hi,” she said softly. “Are you okay?”

The grandma looked up. “Oh, hello dear. We’re fine. Just a little upset. My grandson, Leo, lost something important to him on the way home from school.” Emma’s eyes widened. “Was it… a yellow umbrella? With a duck handle?” Leo looked up immediately, his eyes wide. “You found it?” Emma smiled and held it out. “I did! It was near Maple Street. I didn’t want

to leave it behind.” Leo took the umbrella in both hands, hugging it like it was a long-lost friend. “Thank you! My mom gave me this for my birthday. I dropped it when I was running with my friends, and then I couldn’t find it again.” His grandma touched Emma’s shoulder gently. “That was very kind of you, dear. Not everyone would go to such

effort for something that wasn’t theirs.” Emma blushed a little. “I just thought… it might be important to someone.” Leo’s grandma smiled. “It was. More than you know.” Before Emma could leave, Leo opened his little backpack and pulled out a small paper envelope. “We were going to give these to people at the park,” he said, holding it out. “My grandma and I made

thank-you notes and little surprise bookmarks to give away — just to spread kindness.” He handed one to Emma. “This one’s for you.” Emma opened it. Inside was a handmade bookmark shaped like a rainbow, with a little message written in neat, colorful letters: “Kind hearts make the world brighter.” Emma felt her chest warm. It wasn’t something big, but it felt huge — like

a hug from the universe. “Thank you,” she whispered, hugging the card close. She walked home a little slower that day, the sun now shining above and the sidewalks beginning to dry. Her boots still splashed in puddles, but this time, she smiled with each step. That night, when Emma told her parents everything, they hugged her tightly. “We’re proud of you,” her mom said.

“Not just for finding the umbrella — but for choosing to care.” Emma smiled sleepily, the bookmark tucked under her pillow. The next morning, she pinned the card to her school bag — a reminder that sometimes, the smallest act of kindness could turn into the biggest adventure. And from that day on, Emma never walked past something forgotten without wondering who it might belong to — and how she could help it find its way back home.

Moral: 

Even the smallest act of kindness can mean the world to someone else. Helping others — even when it’s not expected — brings light, joy, and a little magic into everyday life.

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 Let's Talk About a Story!

1.Why do you think Emma decided to find the umbrella's owner instead of keeping it for herself?
2.The older kids told Emma to leave the umbrella. Why is it sometimes important to listen to your own heart instead of what others say?
3.Leo gave Emma a "thank-you" bookmark. How does it feel when someone thanks you for being kind?
4.Emma's small act of kindness made a big difference to Leo. What is one small, kind thing you can do for someone in your school or neighborhood?