THE DAY I STARTED LIKING FLOWERS
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Ongoing, First published Sep 23, 2023
It was a sunny day ,the sun was shining bright in the sky .Then I looked out of the window,then I thought how beautiful the world is! Then I went out for a walk ,then I reached a garden near my house ,then I saw a pink rose kept in a beautiful jar .This rose was shining in the brightness of the sun .Then I used to take care of that flower ,but after someday I had to go to a business trip which was in Canada but I live in Labon .So it was quite far from my country . Then after a month a return to labon. Then I was finding that pink rose in that garden .The garden name was Sun rise garden  . But I didn't find that rose . Then I asked a lady who lived near that garden .She told that " The pink rose was not watered for many days" Then I went back to my home ,I was very sad and I started crying because ,I used to like that rose a lot . Then again I had to go a business trip ,which was held in Iran . Then I saw that pink rose ,l plucked in out from that place. Then I kept that flower in a jar but I was scared that the rose will be alive or not ? 
Then I took that rose to Labon . l was very happy,that l was able to see that type of rose again . Then felt that yes flowers are the best part of life . Then I started to like flowers 🌺 🌹!
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