UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Phyo

The sky was blue, there was only a few clouds, and the sun shining brightly. It was a good day.
       In a little village among hills, there existed a market where people buy or trade. There were many shops and stores. I was in the dark corner in a dark room, of a little dusty shop, run by a little boy and his mother. They were very poor and had to try very hard for their survival. They sold vases. At first, I was a bright green vase. They put me in the front. But years passed. Many of my friends red, yellow and brown are all gone. They are displayed beautifully in their owner's house. But for me, no one picked me up. Then, I end up in the corner, my color fades away, staying hopelessly for years.
       The boy and his mother moved to the town. There, his mother worked hard and he studied hard. But for me, I was alone.I didn't know how many days or years had passed. My life was miserable.
        I was alone in that room,no one accompanying me.Then, suddenly, I heard a voice outside. The door of the little dark room opened. And a man got inside the room. He seems familiar. "Is he the little boy I knew?" I wondered. "Yes, he is." I suddenly recognized him.He suddenly saw me and walked towards me. He picked me up, washed me and painted me. He has become quite skilled. He had also decorated me. Finally, i was a beautiful green vase again. I felt really proud. I was hoping to be put in the front again. But instead of that, he put me in a bag, packed me in a box. Everything around me was dark, again. I was really wishing not to go back to the dark corner again. Did my wish failed?
       After a few hours, there was some light around me, someone had opened the box.That was a lady, a beautiful lady with lovely eyes. She took me out and looked at me carefully . "Do you like it?" the boy (or should I say a man) asked her. "That's so lovely, Fred," she answered. They hugged each other and I did not understand what's going on.From that day, I was put in the living-room.  The girl put flowers inside me every day. And, when her friends visited her, they looked at me. I was really proud.  I had never dreamed of a day like this.One day, they took photo together with me.
       "That was so beautiful," they said, looking at the photo."Were they talking about me or themselves or the flowers inside me?" I don't care.I am contented with this life. I am really pleased ,at least I am no longer in a dark corner anymore...