This story was inspired by my own children. We live together in an apartment with a large terrace, where we really have seven bunnies. Every morning, my kids are the first to wake up to bring them fresh water, feed them, and make sure they’re okay. It has become our daily routine, and I love watching how they learn about responsibility, care, and love through it. I felt this story needed to be shared – not just as a tale, but as a piece of our hearts.  Once upon a time, in a sunny city, there lived a family in a special apartment. But it wasn’t the apartment itself that was so special — it was the large terrace, which felt more like a little garden. What made it even more magical? Seven adorable bunnies. There were three gray ones, one snow-white, one white and brown, one brown and white, and one black and white. Each had their own personality. The snow-white bunny, lovingly named Snowflake by the children, would hop eagerly around the food bowl. The brown-and-white bunny, named Figgy, loved to hide carrots in the corner. The terrace wasn’t just a bunny home — it was also the children’s little world. Every morning, before the sun was fully awake, the siblings opened the terrace door and stepped out into the fresh morning air. The bunnies were already waiting — not just for the food, but for the love and care the children brought them each day. The kids brought fresh water, cleaned their little nests, and made sure they always had enough to eat. Sometimes, they even made name tags for each bunny with handmade signs. And what happened in the middle of all this? The children slowly began to learn responsibility. They realized that love isn’t just hugs and kisses — love also means showing up, giving, and caring. They learned that taking care of someone — whether it’s a person or an animal — makes the world a bit more beautiful. At night, when the bunnies had curled up in their cozy corner, the kids would go to them and say: – Good night, little friends! We’ll be back tomorrow! And they always came smiling, with fresh water, and full of love. This story is a tiny slice of our family life. I wrote it because I believe every parent dreams of teaching their children the joy of caring — whether it’s for a bunny, a flower, or a sibling. Being close to nature and learning to love animals helps shape the heart. I hope this story reaches you, too — and that you’ll live your own little fairy tale, whether it’s on a terrace, in a garden, or simply in your imagination.

This story was inspired by our real-life terrace. My children care for our seven bunnies every morning, while I grow tomatoes, peppers, and broccoli. But the real secret behind the rich flavors and beautiful plants lies in something quite unexpected. I wanted to share this little piece of our life – a story full of love, nature, and quiet magic. Once upon a time, there was a small terrace. Not too big, not too small — just the right size for seven bunnies and a handful of tomato plants. But this wasn't just any terrace. In the neighborhood, everyone called it: The Magic Terrace. And the secret? It was all thanks to… the bunnies! These seven fluffy friends weren’t just adorable and cuddly — they were also tiny garden helpers. Every morning, the children gave them fresh water, and the bunnies hopped happily around in the corner of the terrace. And while they did that, well… they left behind little round bunny droppings. But those little bunny droppings didn’t go to waste! The mother — the true garden wizard of the family — gathered them into a special corner of the terrace and patiently waited. Because she knew that if bunny poop sits long enough, it turns into magical, crumbly, rich compost. When the time was right, she took a small shovel, and gently sprinkled the compost around the base of the tomato, pepper, and broccoli plants. The plants seemed to say thank you — they turned greener, flowered beautifully, and before long, bright red, green, and golden fruits covered the terrace. And the taste of those vegetables? Sweet, juicy, and bursting with sunshine. Much better than anything from the supermarket. Because here, there were no chemicals. No sprays to force them to grow quickly — which might make them big, but tasteless. Everything grew naturally, slowly, and full of flavor — just like in the old village gardens of the past. The children began to understand something important: Nature has its own rhythm, and it gives back when we care for it. The bunnies gave, the plants gave, and they gave too — through love, patience, and responsibility. In the evenings, as the sun set and the bunnies curled up for sleep, the mother would sit with a glass of freshly pressed tomato juice and smile. Because she knew that this little garden, this Magic Terrace, was growing more than just vegetables — it was growing memories, lessons, and a whole lot of love. This story is a small slice of our life. I truly believe that when children are given the chance to care for living things bunnies, plants, or each other they grow into more compassionate and connected humans. This is what our terrace teaches us, day by day. Maybe it can inspire your story too.