đŸ©”đŸŒ§ïž Az esƑcseppek, akik vigasztalni jöttek

TerĂĄpiĂĄs mese szomorĂș napokra – amikor belĂŒl is esik az esƑ

Volt egyszer egy kislĂĄny, akit Emilinek hĂ­vtak.

SzelĂ­d tekintetƱ, csendes kisgyerek volt, aki gyakran nĂ©zett ki az ablakon, mintha valami mĂĄst lĂĄtna ott, mint amit a felnƑttek.

Egyik reggel, mikor felĂ©bredt, szĂŒrke felhƑk borĂ­tottĂĄk be az eget. Az esƑ lassan, halkan kezdett hullani az ablakpĂĄrkĂĄnyra. đŸŒ«ïžđŸŒ§ïžAznap senki sem Ă©rt rĂĄ vele jĂĄtszani. Anya dolgozott, apa telefonĂĄlt, a barĂĄtai pedig elmentek kirĂĄndulni – nĂ©lkĂŒle.

Emili Ășgy Ă©rezte, teljesen egyedĂŒl maradt a vilĂĄgban. LeĂŒlt az ablakhoz, Ă©s csak nĂ©zte, ahogy az esƑcseppek lecsorognak az ĂŒvegen.

– MiĂ©rt Ă©rzem magam Ă­gy? đŸ„ș – suttogta.

– Olyan, mintha belĂŒl is esne


Ahogy ezt kimondta, valami kĂŒlönös törtĂ©nt. Egy csepp az ablakon megĂĄllt, nem folyt tovĂĄbb. Majd hirtelen megmozdult. Kicsi szemei lettek, Ă©s pici szĂĄja, Ă©s megszĂłlalt:

– Szia, Emili. Mi vagyunk a Vigaszcseppek. AzĂ©rt jöttĂŒnk, mert lĂĄttuk, hogy sĂ­r a szĂ­ved.

– Hogy Ă©rtitek, hogy lĂĄttĂĄtok? – kĂ©rdezte döbbenten.

– Mi esƑcseppek mindig akkor jelenĂŒnk meg, amikor valaki szomorĂș, Ă©s nem meri kimondani. Mi segĂ­tĂŒnk sĂ­rni helyetted – vagy veled egyĂŒtt. đŸ’§đŸ©”

Emili halkan felsĂłhajtott. Egy mĂĄsik csepp is megszĂłlalt:

– EmlĂ©kszel arra a napra, amikor az anyukĂĄd megölelt, csak Ășgy, szĂł nĂ©lkĂŒl?

– Igen…

– suttogta Emili.

– Akkor is ott voltunk.

Mi ƑrizzĂŒk az ilyen emlĂ©keket. Nem vagy egyedĂŒl.

💞EzutĂĄn a cseppek elkezdtek mesĂ©lni neki. Mindegyik egy Ă©rzĂ©srƑl szĂłlt: egyik a bĂĄnatrĂłl, mĂĄsik a csalĂłdĂĄsrĂłl, a harmadik a remĂ©nyrƑl, a negyedik a bĂĄtorsĂĄgrĂłl, Ă©s az ötödik… az örömkönnyekrƑl.

Ahogy a mesĂ©k elĂ©rtĂ©k a szĂ­vĂ©t, Emili szeme megtelt könnyel – de most nem volt fĂ©lelmetes sĂ­rni. Olyan volt, mintha megengedhetnĂ© vĂ©gre magĂĄnak, hogy fĂĄjjon, amit eddig elfojtott. 😱🙂

Amikor mĂĄr csak az utolsĂł csepp maradt, az Ă­gy szĂłlt:

– Most, hogy kiengedted, ami fĂĄjt, mĂĄr helyet csinĂĄltĂĄl annak, ami gyĂłgyĂ­t. A szeretet, az ölelĂ©s, a fĂ©ny
 mĂĄr Ășton van hozzĂĄd. 🌈Ekkor elĂĄllt az esƑ. Az Ă©g szĂŒrkĂ©je mögĂŒl egy halvĂĄny napsugĂĄr tört elƑ, Ă©s Emili arcĂĄra vetĂŒlt. Melegen, halkan. Mintha azt mondta volna:

„MĂĄr nem vagy egyedĂŒl.”

Emili felållt, megigazította a hajåt, és odament anyukåjåhoz.

– Anya… most nagyon szeretnĂ©k egy ölelĂ©st. 💗

Anya mosolyogva kitårta a karjåt, és azt mondta:

– Éreztem, hogy jönni fogsz.

NĂ©ha a legnagyobb szeretet csendben Ă©rkezik – mint az esƑ.đŸŒŠïž

Üzenet a mesĂ©bƑl: A szomorĂșsĂĄg nem baj. NĂ©ha csak annyit jelent, hogy ideje egy kis „lelki esƑnek”. És ha hagyjuk, hogy essen, utĂĄna mindig kisĂŒt a nap. 🌞

✒KovĂĄcs Cs.Tibor 📚 Ă­rĂł, 🗞ĂșjsĂĄgĂ­rĂł đŸ§Ÿ publicista

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đŸ©”đŸŒ§ïž The raindrops who came to comfort

Therapeutic fairy tale for sad days – when it rains inside tooOnce upon a time there was a little girl named Emili.

She was a gentle-looking, quiet little child who often looked out the window, as if she saw something different there than what adults saw. One morning, when she woke up, gray clouds covered the sky. The rain began to fall slowly, softly on the windowsill. đŸŒ«ïžđŸŒ§ïž

That day, no one had time to play with her. Mom was working, dad was on the phone, and her friends went on a trip – without her. Emili felt like she was left completely alone in the world.

She sat by the window and just watched the raindrops roll down the glass.– Why do I feel like this? đŸ„ș – she whispered.

– It’s as if it’s raining inside too
As she said this, something strange happened. A drop on the window stopped, stopped flowing.

Then suddenly she moved. Her eyes became small, and her mouth was small, and she spoke:

– Hi, Emili. We are the Comfort Drops. We came because we saw your heart crying.

– What do you mean, you saw? – she asked in shock.

– We raindrops always appear when someone is sad and doesn’t dare to say it. We help you cry for you – or with you. đŸ’§đŸ©”

Emili sighed softly. Another drop spoke:

– Do you remember the day your mother hugged you, just like that, without a word?

– Yes… – Emili whispered.- We were there then too. We preserve such memories. You are not alone. 💞

Then the drops began to tell her stories. Each one was about a feeling: one about sadness, another about disappointment, the third about hope, the fourth about courage, and the fifth… about tears of joy. As the tales reached her heart, Emili’s eyes filled with tears – but now it wasn’t scary to cry. It was as if she could finally allow herself to feel the pain she had suppressed. 😱🙂

When only the last drop remained, it said:- Now that you have let go of what hurt, you have made room for what heals. Love, hugs, light… are on their way to you. 🌈

Then the rain stopped. A faint ray of sunlight broke through the gray of the sky and fell on Emili’s face. Warmly, softly. As if it were saying:

„You are no longer alone.” Emili stood up, straightened her hair, and went to her mother.

– Mom… I really want a hug right now. 💗

Mom smiled and opened her arms and said:

– I felt you were coming. Sometimes the greatest love comes quietly – like rain.đŸŒŠïž

Message from the story: Sadness is okay. Sometimes it just means it’s time for a little „spiritual rain”.

And if we let it fall, the sun always shines afterwards. 🌞

✒KovĂĄcs Cs.Tibor 📚 writer🗞journalist đŸ§Ÿ publicist

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