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Indoors at Ayşe's bedroom window at late afternoon, warm orange-pink sunset light spills in. Ayşe kneels on the sill, nose against the glass, eyes wide at a closed evening flower bud outside while Mama stands behind her, smiling gently.
Little Ayşe noticed a pretty flower by her window. "Mama, what is this flower?" she asked. Her mother smiled. "It's called an evening flower, my dear. Watch it carefully as the sun sets." Ayşe sat by the window, curious. The flower was still closed, like a tiny bud. The sky began to turn orange and pink. "Will it really bloom?" Ayşe wondered. She pressed her nose against the glass, watching and waiting patiently.
Indoor window nook at sunset, golden dusk light filtering through. Ayşe leans forward with delighted eyes and clapping hands as the evening flower on the sill slowly unfurls yellow petals glowing warmly; Mama kneels beside her, surprised smile.
As the evening arrived, something magical happened. The flower's petals began to tremble gently. "Mama, look! It's moving!" Ayşe called out excitedly. The leaves swayed in the soft breeze. Slowly, very slowly, the flower started to open. Its petals unfolded like tiny yellow hands reaching toward the sky. "It's so beautiful!" Ayşe whispered. The flower glowed in the last golden light of the sun. Ayşe clapped her hands with joy.
Ayşe's bedroom window bathed in soft morning sunshine. Ayşe stands on a stool, pointing excitedly at the evening flower now glowing red, while Mama beside her nods, hand on Ayşe's shoulder; several unopened green buds sway in the breeze.
The next morning, Ayşe ran to her window. "Mama, the flower changed color! It's red now!" she exclaimed. Her mother nodded. "The flower changes with the light, dear." Throughout the day, Ayşe watched the flower close and open again. "It knows when to sleep and wake up," she observed. By evening, new buds appeared. The flower seemed to dance with the breeze. "Just like us, it has its own special time," Mama explained.
Evening inside Ayşe's dimly lit bedroom, deepening twilight purples the sky beyond the open window. Seated cross-legged on the sill, Ayşe smiles serenely at the glowing yellow evening flower swaying gently, neighborhood rooftops silhouetted in the quiet dusk.
As the sun set again, Ayşe sat peacefully by her window. The evening flower opened once more, glowing bright yellow. "It's like the flower is saying hello to the evening," Ayşe said softly. The neighborhood grew quiet and calm. Ayşe felt happy and peaceful watching the flower. "Everything has its own beautiful time," she thought. The flower swayed gently as darkness came. Ayşe smiled, grateful for her special flower friend.