Didi exchanges letters with Eunice, a same-age friend who lives in Tanzania, Africa.
Eunice shares her village flower fields, her dad's beekeeping, and her worry about how little rain has been falling lately.
Let's read together how sharing our hearts across great distances can become real strength for each other.
Dear Eunice — sending my very first letter
Dear Eunice,
Hi, I'm Didi, and I live in Korea.
I saw pictures of your village on WAGZAK JUMP, and there were so many flowers I just kept looking at them for ages.
I was eating one of Halme's honey buns when, all of a sudden, I felt like writing you a letter.
What does your day look like? What kinds of things do you love?
This is my first time writing to a friend far, far away — and my heart is doing little flutters.
Dear Didi — welcome to our Shuli village
Dear Didi,
Whoa, a letter! I jumped up in the air, I was so happy.
I'm Eunice, I'm eight years old, and I live in Shuli village in Tanzania, Africa.
Our village is bursting with flowers and trees.
It's a wonderful home for both people and honeybees — I'm always bragging about it.
Hearing that you stared at the photos for so long made my shoulders puff up with pride. One day, you really have to come visit our village!
Dear Eunice — what is that wooden box?
Eunice, in one of the photos I spotted a box hanging from a tree.
What is that? A birdhouse? I was so curious for ages.
And honey! I absolutely love Halme's honey buns.
When I told my dad your father gathers honey himself, his eyes went totally wide.
What does that honey taste like? Could it be even sweeter than Halme's honey buns?
Dear Didi — my dad's honeybee story
Dear Didi,
You guessed it! That's a beehive. Dad hung it on the tree to gather honey.
When the bees buzz busily between the flowers, sweet honey slowly fills up inside the hive.
When Dad takes that honey to the market, it makes a big difference for our family.
So to us, honeybees aren't just bees — they really are like precious members of our family.
The taste? Hmm — it tastes like sunshine! Now I'm curious too — which would win, ours or Halme's honey buns?
Dear Didi — the rain hasn't come for a while
Dear Didi, today I want to share something a bit more from the heart.
Lately our village has been so hot. And the rain hasn't come for a very long time.
The flowers don't bloom the way they used to, so one by one the bees are flying somewhere else.
Dad keeps looking up at the sky, again and again.
When the rain doesn't come, farming gets hard, and drinking water becomes precious too.
Even so, I love our village. I just… I just wish the rain would come back, you know?
Dear Eunice — I looked into it too
Eunice, after I got your letter, I just couldn't sit still.
I dug through books and videos to figure out why the rain isn't coming.
While we live our comfortable lives, factories and cars are releasing invisible smoke, little by little.
When that builds up in the sky, the Earth slowly gets warmer, and in some places the rain stops coming the way it used to.
Tanzania and Korea — we're all part of one same Earth.
So this isn't just your village's problem — it's something all of us share together.
Dear Eunice — let's gather letters together
Eunice, I just learned something amazing.
There are friends all around the world who want to walk alongside your village.
When we gather their hearts in letters, villages can dig wells and clean water can reach them.
