In a small seaside town lived a quiet boy named Liam. Unlike other children, Liam didn't collect toys or stamps—he collected sunsets.
Every evening, he would run to the beach with his old notebook. As the sun dipped into the ocean, he carefully wrote down the colors he saw.
"Today the sky was orange like a ripe mango," he wrote one day.
"The clouds looked like pink cotton candy," he wrote another.
People often laughed at him.
"Why waste time watching the sky?" they would say.
But Liam didn't mind. To him, every sunset felt like a secret message from the world—reminding him that endings could be beautiful too.
One year, a terrible storm hit the town. Boats were destroyed, houses were damaged, and the beach was left in ruins. The town felt gray and hopeless.
After the storm passed, Liam went back to the beach. The sky was still heavy with dark clouds. But just before the sun disappeared, a golden light broke through. The most beautiful sunset he had ever seen painted the sky.
The townspeople gathered quietly behind him, watching.
For the first time, they noticed what Liam had always seen.
Hope.
From that day on, people no longer laughed at the boy who collected sunsets. Instead, they joined him—learning that even after the darkest storms, the sky still finds a way to shine.