In Grandma��s orchard, under the old blackberry tree, Uncle Augustine sat on his bench as the village children gathered around him. It was a special summer night, with the full moon lighting up the sky and the blackberries shining like little stars. Uncle Augustine, with his straight-brimmed hat and his sprig of wheat in his mouth, began to tell a story that he said few knew.

“A long time ago, these magical blackberries not only glowed at night, but they also had a special purpose. Once, when the forest was even denser and the paths were difficult to navigate, a group of children got lost while looking for wild flowers for a festival.”

The children watched him in fascination as he continued. “When night fell, darkness enveloped them and they began to feel afraid. But then, something wonderful happened. The blackberries on the old tree began to break off and float in the air like little lights. They moved slowly, lighting the way and guiding the children back to the orchard, where their families were anxiously waiting for them.”

Uncle Augustine paused, looking at the children with a smile. “And do you know why the blackberries helped them? Because they never gave up. As they walked through the darkness, they stuck together, sang for encouragement, and trusted that they would find their way.”

One of the children asked excitedly, “Can the blackberries still do that, Uncle Augustine?”

Uncle Augustine smiled his classic warm smile. “Only if there is someone with a pure heart who truly needs it. The magical blackberries not only lead the way in the darkness, but they also remind us of the importance of hope and helping each other. When we are lost, physically or emotionally, there is always a light that can guide us. Often, that light is within ourselves.”

The children looked at the tree in wonder, as if they expected the berries to start glowing at that very moment. And even though they didn’t, something special happened: a gentle breeze moved the branches of the tree, as if the tree itself approved of Uncle Augustine’s story.

“And now, boys,” said Uncle Augustine as he stood up, “it’s time for you to go back to your homes. Don’t forget that hope and unity are the brightest lights you can have in your lives.”

With one last look at the berry tree, the children said goodbye, promising to come back soon for another story.

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