A happy family lived in a small village. The family consists of parents and their only child, a sweet little girl. The girl's name was Sweet. Parents loved him very much, because the sweet was the fruit of their long wait. After wishing for a child for a long time, Sweet's arrival seemed to bring new color to their lives.
Mishti was the possessor of a wonderful sweet smile. She had a milky complexion, soft rosy cheeks and thick black hair. When he laughed, the surroundings seemed to light up. Everyone in the village loved him very much.
Mishti's father Ramu was a common farmer in the village, and mother Sheela was a housewife. Although they were not very rich, the love they shared was greater than anything. Ramu went to the fields every morning, and Sheela took care of Sweets at home. There was no end to the little sweetie's mischief. Sometimes he would go to the flower garden and run after butterflies, sometimes he would hide in his mother's arms. Small pieces of sweets made them smile.
One morning, Mishti got up and came to her mother and said, "Mother, can I go to the field with my father today?"
Sheila smiled a little and said, "You are so young, how can you go?"
Sweet said, "I have grown up mother, from now on I will learn all father's work."
Both parents laughed after hearing this sweet talk. Ramu said, "Well mother, you go today. But be careful."
Mishti took his father's hand and went to the field next to the village. A light breeze was blowing in the green fields of the village. The leaves of the trees are swaying, and the birds are singing in the distance. This atmosphere was very sweet. He walked with his father to the fields and watched his father's work.
After a while Sweetie moved away from her father and started looking at the trees at the edge of the field. He noticed a butterfly flying in front of him. Sweetie squealed happily and ran to catch the butterfly.
"Dad, look, I'm catching butterflies!" Saying that he started running after the butterfly.
Ramu laughed and said, "Careful mother, don't fall!"
The sweet butterfly ran far and wide. Suddenly he stepped into a small hole and fell. Sweet started crying.
Ramu quickly ran towards him. "Mom, how are you? Are you in pain?"
Sweetie wiped her tears and said, "Daddy's feet are hurting."
Ramu took Mishti in his arms and said, "Nothing happened, mother. You are a very brave girl. Even if you are in a little pain, it will not hurt you. Now we go home."
Sweetie was sitting quietly on her father's lap, but her eyes had a dirty smile. Before the sun set over the fields, father and daughter returned home. Sheela saw them and said, "What happened? Why is Mishti crying?"
Ramu narrated all the events. Sheela smiled and put some ointment on Sweet's feet. "Don't cry anymore mom, everything will be alright," he said.
Mishti calmed down after hearing her mother's words. From then on he used to be very careful when going to the field with his father. However, his passion for catching butterflies has not abated. Despite being scolded many times by his mother, he did not stop doing mischief.
Days passed like this. Everyone in the village loved him for his sweet intelligence and sweet nature. Everyone in the village used to caress him when they saw him.
After some time winter came. Villagers started wearing warm clothes. Ramu and Sheela bought a woolen sweater for Sweets. Mishti was very happy to get the new clothes. He used to walk on the village road wearing it. Sweet's face would turn red in the cold air, and a sweet smile would appear on that red face.
Mother used to feed Sweety warm milk before going to bed on winter nights. He used to sleep on his mother's lap after drinking sweet hot milk. These moments were dearest to Sheila. After sweetly falling asleep, Sheila would gently lay him on the bed with a sweet kiss on his forehead.
Mishti's little life was full of happiness and love. Despite being the only child of his parents, Mishti never felt alone. Because there was a veil of love around him. From growing up in the care and care of the village people, parents, Sweet became the happiest child in the world.
This is how their happy family continued. Sweetie grew, and her smile grew sweeter. The little girl who was loved by everyone in the village one day spread her touch of happiness in the whole village.