English Picture Book Stories | Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a child?

I translated it purely because I like the color and style of this illustration haha. Did you have an imaginary friend as a child?

Meera and I are a team.

She is my favorite person in the world.

Do you know why?

Because only she can see me.

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Everything she likes, I like.

Everything I like, she likes.

Our names are alike,

Meera and Ameera!

What happened to her will happen to me.

Meera said,

"I lost a tooth🦷",

I just dropped a thorn.

Sometimes we are a little different too.

Meera makes trouble,

And I'll fix those troubles.

For example, when it rained ☔️ the other day,

Meera cried and said:

"Hey, we can't go out to play."

But I figured out a way!

We set off in a paper boat.

Or when she starts school,

Meera said worriedly:

"What if I can't make any friends?"

"You have made me a friend,

Now it's just a matter of making one more friend. "

I told her.

Now it's my turn to tell the story.

Ameera is my favorite person in the world.

Do you know why?

She turned the world upside down,

So I have another perspective.

Ameera will never let me fight alone.

Although she couldn't help much either.

She makes every day feel like a big adventure.

Like the last time we had to escape the murukku maze,

Ameera said:

"I see, let's eat a way out!"

As Ameera said,

We are a team!

* murukku an Indian food

*Story by: Nimmy Chacko | *Illustrator: Lavanya Naidu

*Translation: Cool Tan Sunshine |*Published By Pratham Books

*The content of this story is published under the CC BY 4.0 license  

Translate a small illustration.

I chose this translation at the beginning because of the color of the illustrations, but I feel very cured after the translation.

Especially on Mondays, after the skeptical, social, animal life, and skeptical work, the warm colors and simple words are so comfortable.

Make every day a BIG adventure!

When I was young, I could have the courage to face everything and be full of love for life only by my own imagination, but as I get older, it seems that these creativity and imagination are less and less. How long has it been since this kind of vitality and hope, the courage and love to face life?