MY NAME IS FLOWER
People call me Flower, yes because I grow as a big beautiful girl in my small village. Only that name that I could have. I have no parent, no Mother, No Father, no others or even siblings who know who I am. Don’t ask me with whom I live, I am one and only.
This is a small village, a village in Germany. I don’t want people give a pity to me. None of them can do it. I live and life with a bad condition. When I was a 5 years, a family called Parker family brought me to their home from the social house. I remembered it. They said to the staff to care me and love me like their own child. Because they don’t have a child.
Everything was going to be well as I wished. They love me and care me. But an unexpectedly moment took them from me. They got accident after went from their office. Both of them. It was so strange for me, when I was 10. It was not fair, said me to the God.
After that moment a new life had changed. No one wanted to take me home, wanted to care me. But for me it was okay. My parent, I meant real parent, even my real mom throwed me up to the social house. A place for them who cannot accept to parent’s life. At least I got it from the staff.
Walking alone, eating alone, and live in the streets. Like street boys. I got food from the trash, a bin, or from people who kindly giving a food. When I was 12, I could work. I could do some little work that not all child did like me. You know which I did? I was a secondhand dealer. The things in the street that I found I collect them. Sell it the big house. And get the money. In the time, I found Patrick star, he is a nice boy. We live in the street. He prays as muslim, we work together. We do many things together.
8 years had been a great days. I got my money from 1 cen, 2 euros, big, and even big. You know that after that time how much money I had have? 1000 euros? So what do you think by this money? Eating? By house? Buy a new car? Or buy anything that make you fun.
No, it was not me. I buy a land, and build a small place named cafe. I love eating. So I could taste which good food, which is not. I only sell a bread. Nothing special in small village in Germany. But I do not know why, People love my bread, I become rich.
This moment does not make mind blind, I know who I was before. My 50 percent of my money is served for street boys. You still remembered Patrick? He is my husband now. We live together. Love each other.
The ends.
Mouse Deer and Crocodile
One day, Mouse Deer went down to the river to take a drink. But he knew that the crocodile might be waiting underwater to eat him, so he said out loud. “I wonder if the water’s warm. I’ll put in my leg and find out.” Of course Mouse Deer didn’t put in his leg. He picked up a stick instead and put one end into the water. Chomp…! Crocodile grabbed the stick and pulled it underwater. Mouse Deer laughed. “Ha… ha…ha… Stupid crocodile! Can’t you tell the difference between a stick and a leg?” Then Mouse Deer ran off to drink somewhere else.
In the next day, Mouse Deer wanted to cross the river. He wanted to eat the fruits on the other side of the river. He saw a floating log in the river. He knew that Crocodile looked like a log when he floated. Mouse Deer didn’t want to be eaten by Crocodile when he crosses the river. He had an idea. He called out loud, “Crocodile!” Crocodile rose from the water, “Hello, Mouse Deer. Have you come to be my lunch?” Mouse Deer smiled. “Sorry, not today, Crocodile. I have orders from the King. He wants to invite all the crocodiles in this river to a party. He wants me to count all the crocodiles so he could prepare enough meal for you.”
“Really…? Tell us what to do,” said Crocodile. “You must line up from this side of the river to the other side,” said Mouse Deer. Crocodile then got all his friends and family. They lined up across the river. Mouse Deer then jumped onto Crocodile’s back. “One,” he counted. He jumped onto the next crocodile, “Two.” And the next crocodile, “Three.” Mouse Deer kept jumping until he arrived on the other side of the river. “How many are there?” asked Crocodile. “Just enough,” said Mouse Deer. He laughed as he ran to the forest.***
Love Comes from A Friendship
I had never felt a first love even when I was studying at the University. I do not know why it happened, maybe because I had too much to learn when in Senior in High School so I’d never find a love that was truly memorable. When the initial study at the university, the love did not come because I was busy with a variety of activities on campus and was eager to pursue high score at the class. I was also not interested in girls around me or had a curiosity to know a woman.
At the beginning of university entrance, there was actually a girl who looked to have interest in me. She started to give a short message essentially that wanted to know me more. He continued to greet me through the short message. Oddly, she did not mention her real name and only mentions Initials. I was used to respond to a text message without knowing the identity of the person sending. Several times I talked to her about a few things through the short message. However, I had a sense of boredom with the situation and was eager to find out her real name.
I do not like the little people who continue to conceal the identity and so curious to know. One time, I got to know her because I called her by phone. I was not far from her, and she realized that I was on the phone. She was very shy and did not want to say hello again to me via text message on mobile phone.
After that happening, I no longer found things related to love and I did not have interest about love. My friends say that I had changed and got to know a woman. They even made a fun of me by saying that I did not have the ability to pick up a woman. But, I did not care about anything they say. For me, a love comes in a beautiful way and should not be imposed.
One time, I found the first love and a true love of my life. The woman who became my first love was my a classmate but we had not known each other very well. When in the class, we only just greeted each other and did not have any interest. Though we were in a class almost every day and engaged in the same lesson. There was a story that is so unique and our friends did not believe when we were in love because we had been in the same class within 2 years.
The love was rising up when we are sitting close together in a place and there was one of our friends started teasing each other as if we liked. At first, we felt ashamed because it continued teasing. However, from that teasing, I kept getting a sense of confusion. I kept thinking about her every day even in every single time in my life.
Then, I began to know her through a text message that I sent. When the first short message sent, I got a response and I kept talking to her through a text message on mobile phone. I found hard to sleep and kept thinking about her. Finally, I decided to express love to her, and she received with a very happy feeling. Up to now, I became her life companion and want to continue to be close until death separates us.
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