Kids & Fables

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In a village where every house went dark at the same hour, one small lamp in the window of the cobbler's house stayed lit all night, every night, for as long as anyone could remember, and nobody quite knew why until a lost traveler finally asked him directly. "My father kept it lit for me," the old cobbler said, "the years I was away at sea, so I'd always know which window was home, even from the harbor, even in fog." He'd never had the heart to let it go dark after his father passed, and somewhere along the way, without meaning to, it had become the village's landmark too — the light travelers looked for when they were lost, the light children used to find their way home after dark. He never advertised what the lamp was for. He simply kept it burning, the way his father had, for reasons that started out personal and grew, quietly, into something the whole village depended on without ever fully realizing it. Some lights are kept for one person and end up guiding everyone.