
The Night Garden
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May 21, 2026
Stories are AI-generated with editorial curation.

Listen to story
May 21, 2026
Stories are AI-generated with editorial curation.

When Vito was three years old, he noticed that the Moon had a hole. At least it seemed that way — every night the Moon looked smaller and smaller, as if someone was taking bites out of it. "Mama, the Moon is breaking!" he shouted one night. Mama laughed. "Those are just phases, Vito. The Moon isn't breaking." But Vito wasn't convinced. He packed glue, tape, cloth, and a flashlight into a small backpack. "I'm going to fix the Moon," he declared. His father, sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, lowered his glasses and looked at his son. Most parents would have said, "Don't be silly," or "Go to sleep." But Vito's father wasn't like most parents. "Alright," he said. "But you'll need help. I know someone who tried the same thing once." Vito looked at him with wide eyes. "Who?" "Me. When I was your age, I wanted to fix something that couldn't be fixed. Come, I'll tell you what happened..."

Pino and Vito jumped out of the car and ran towards Luca's farm. The tall grass glowed yellow-green under the sun, and somewhere in the distance, the bray of the donkey Berto could be heard. "Why does the donkey shout so loudly?" asked Vito, his eyes wide. Pino chuckled as Luca waved from the barn door. "Come on, I'll show you everything!" shouted Luca. But Jole stood frozen under the old fig tree, staring at the approaching goat. "Dad, what about Jole?" Pino asked.

In the backyard lay a broken swing, and Dundo and Pino were getting ready to fix it. Little Vito sat on the grass, holding a box of screws, while Jole sniffed around, eagerly waiting for his chance to help. "How are we going to fix this, Dad?" Pino asked, as Eva watched and smiled from the window.

Maja inherited her grandfather's pocket watch. It was old, scratched, and — it was running late. Exactly three minutes every day. "Mom, why did Grandpa leave me a broken watch?" Maja asked one evening as they sat on the balcony. Eva took the watch in her hands, turned it over, and showed her the back. There was a small engraving that Maja had noticed before but never read. The letters were tiny, worn from years of handling. Maja brought the watch closer to her eyes and began to read. When she finished, her hands were trembling. "Mom... this can't be true?" Eva simply nodded. "Your grandfather, Otto, told me this story only once. On the day I got married. He said a day would come when you would be ready to hear it too. I think today is that day."