“Love can turn a lost little soul into family.”
It was a beautiful morning in a quiet hillside neighborhood. A young woman was walking her spotted dog in the backyard garden, where wide grass fields and tall trees cast cool shadows beside the thin, scenic forest edge. The peaceful scenery eased her mind, and after a while, she started heading back inside to prepare lunch for her family.
But her dog was nowhere to be found. Alarmed, she called out and searched everywhere, yet heard no reply.
Passing by the trunk of a large tree, she froze in surprise. Lying right beneath the shadiest spot was a tiny fawn, sound asleep, peaceful and unafraid. Her dog was circling around it, curious but too timid to touch. Each time he got too close, he startled himself and jumped back — fascinated, yet afraid of hurting the fragile little creature.
Worried her dog might accidentally scratch it, she called him off and knelt beside the fawn. Fortunately, it was unhurt — just stiff from lying too long. It must have been there since the previous night. She gently stroked and massaged its legs. Surprisingly, the fawn didn’t resist at all. It allowed her to hold it, its tiny warm body soft and delicate in her arms.
She adored it instantly. But she knew:
Somewhere out there, its mother might be searching desperately for it.
So with a heavy heart, she set it down and guided it toward the forest edge.
But the next morning, she was stunned — it had returned. And this time, it was even braver. As she opened the back door to go outside, it was already standing there, waiting. Its big, glistening eyes stared up at her as if pleading for help.
Perhaps it was hungry.
She let it inside and fed it strawberries and grapes. It devoured the fruit eagerly, becoming the family’s special little guest. Everyone adored its gentle nature and sweet innocence.
Then a thought struck her:
Where is its mother? Has it been abandoned?
A small pain tugged at her heart — she wanted to keep it. But she knew that it belonged to the wild. She shouldn’t confine it, only support it when it needed help.
So she led it back toward the forest again.
Yet the fawn continued living just at the forest’s edge, close to her garden. Perhaps the warmth of her arms on that first day had made it feel safe — safe enough to treat her as its mother.
Two days later, it returned once more, letting her pet and care for it. On cold days, it stayed inside, playing with the family’s pets as though it had always belonged. Its presence filled the home with joy and laughter.
As the months passed, it grew — tall, graceful, with smooth fur and budding antlers. Even after maturing, it continued to forage on its own, but never once forgot the way back home. It often appeared unexpectedly, just to surprise the family and receive gentle strokes as their “forever baby.”
Their happiness continued through the years, and in her heart, she remained grateful for its arrival — for bringing love, meaning, and a beautiful reminder of how harmoniously humans can live with nature. 💌
