High above a quiet meadow, in the corner of a dusty attic, lived a small red kite. It had crisp white corners, a long tail with yellow bows, and a dream bigger than its tiny frame — to fly high in the sky like the older, bigger kites.
Every spring, the children of the village would come to fly their colorful kites. The red kite would peek out from the attic window, watching the others dance and swirl in the wind. But it had never flown. It was always passed over — too small, too plain, too new.
“Maybe I’m not meant to fly,” it whispered to itself one windy afternoon.
But an old broom nearby chuckled and said,
“Even the mightiest eagle starts with a first flap. You’ll fly when you believe you can.”
The little kite wasn’t so sure. What if the wind was too strong? What if it tore? What if it fell?
One day, a kind little boy named Aman came exploring in the attic. His eyes lit up when he found the red kite tucked behind a trunk.
“Hey there,” he smiled. “Want to try the sky?”
The kite trembled with excitement — and fear. But something inside it whispered, “Yes.”
Out in the open field, Aman let the string loose as a gentle wind picked up. The red kite wobbled… lifted… and suddenly, soared.
Higher and higher it flew, its yellow-tailed bows fluttering behind. Birds flew beside it, clouds brushed past, and the sun seemed to wink at its bravery.
Down below, the other kids clapped. “Look at that little kite go!”
The red kite giggled in the wind. It wasn’t the biggest. It wasn’t the fanciest. But it was flying — really flying.
“What’s one thing you’ve been afraid to try? How can you be like the little kite?”
✨ Moral of the Story:
Even the smallest dream can soar when you believe in yourself. Courage isn’t about being fearless — it’s about trying, even when you’re scared.