The Night Garden
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May 21, 2026
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Maja was a girl who was afraid of the dark. Every night, when her mom turned off the light, Maja would dive under the blanket and wait for morning. But there was a peculiar old lady living on her street — Aunt Margareta — who had the most beautiful garden in the whole town. The problem was Aunt Margareta never worked in her garden during the day. Never. Neighbors whispered about it. "We saw her digging at midnight." "Planting flowers at three in the morning." "Watering roses under the stars." Everyone thought she was strange. One night, when Maja woke up at three a.m. and couldn’t sleep from fear, she looked out the window. She saw Aunt Margareta kneeling in her garden, hands in the soil, and — singing. The next morning, Maja knocked on her door. "Mrs. Rose, why do you work in the garden only at night?" The old lady looked at her with warm eyes and said, "Because at night, plants do something miraculous that people don't know. And when I show you, you'll never be afraid of the dark again."
That evening, at nine o'clock, Maja stood in front of Aunt Margareta's garden. Her heart was pounding. It was dark — only the moon provided a little light. Loli, the family cat, quietly followed Maja, curling up beside her legs. "Come," Aunt Margareta said gently, taking her hand. "Let's kneel." They knelt beside a bed of roses. Aunt Margareta placed Maja's hand on the soil. "Do you feel it?" Maja felt something. It was barely noticeable — like a gentle pulse beneath her fingers. "That's the root growing," the old lady whispered. "Maja, people think plants grow in the sun. And yes — leaves need the sun. But the roots? Roots grow at night. In the dark. When no one is watching." Maja's eyes widened. "During the day, the plant spends energy on leaves and flowers, on being beautiful for the world. But at night, when it's quiet, when there's no noise — it grows downward. Deep. Building foundations. And the deeper the roots, the more beautiful the flower in the sun." Aunt Margareta stood up and led Maja to a rose bush whose blooms were as large as
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