It was a moonlit night in Grandma��s orchard. The Chicago Air Motor windmill, its metal blades shining in the silver light, was turning gently, as it always did when the north wind blew. But that night something different happened.

The children, gathered under the mulberry tree with Uncle Augustine, noticed a peculiar glow in the windmill. “Look!” exclaimed Sofia, the youngest of the group, pointing at the blades that were beginning to turn faster than usual.

The old farmer, with his straight-brimmed hat and a wheat straw between his lips, slowly stood up. “Something special is happening, children. That windmill only turns like that when it wants to tell us something important,” he said as the children followed him curiously.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze laden with a sweet aroma filled the air. Small luminous seeds began to fall from the blades of the windmill, shining like tiny stars. The seeds floated gently before settling on the ground.

“What are these seeds, Uncle?” “These are the seeds of the Wish Flower, a magical plant that only blooms on nights like this,” asked Mateo, the eldest of the group, carefully picking up one of the lights.

Uncle Augustine smiled, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of the years. “These are the seeds of the Wish Flower, a magical plant that only blooms on nights like this. But be careful, children, it is not just any flower. It only sprouts if it is planted with generosity and if the wish you make is not selfish.”

Intrigued, the children began to carefully pick up the seeds. “Can we plant them now?” asked Sofia, excitedly.

“Of course,” replied Uncle Augustine, leading them to a small corner of the garden where the soil was softer. With careful hands, each child planted a seed and closed their eyes to make their wish.

Mateo wished that his father would come home early from work so they could play together. Sofia asked that her friend, who had been sick for weeks, could go back to school. The other children also made wishes full of kindness and love.

At dawn, the garden was filled with exclamations. The seeds had germinated, and in their place grew beautiful, brightly colored flowers, each radiating a soft light.

Uncle Augustine gathered them under the mulberry tree. “Do you see what happens when you plant with generosity? The Wish Flower not only fulfills what you ask for, it also lights up the hearts of those who grow it. Now go and wait. You will see that, in time, your wishes will come true.”

And so it was. As the days went by, Mateo was surprised to see that his father wanted to play with him when he came home from work, while Sofia saw her friend come into the living room with a smile. The children understood that the windmill and its flowers not only fulfilled wishes, but also taught a great lesson: the most powerful wishes are those that are born of love and generosity.

Since then, every night of the full moon, the children wait under the mulberry tree to see if the windmill magically turns once more, always ready to plant new wishes and fill the garden with light and hope.

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