I was beautiful, so they picked me up and took my life....
Life seems so beautiful at the beginning. However, as we grow up, things become different. This same beautiful life seems to be a dark nightmare.
Beautiful things are unlucky.
I felt like I was being pushed. I was flown towards the light. Finally, my head popped out of the little bud. A ray of light tickled me as my bright yellow petals opened around me. And here I was....completely new.
I heard voices..... Voices of others cheering up. When I turned around I saw two other flowers. They were all like me, same colour, same leaf shapes and same pollen, but different in size. I was the smallest. The others who were cheering up were my parents, my new family.
"She is the most beautiful flower ever." The one with the thickest stem said.
I figured out it was my dad.
"Pretty sure. Welcome home baby." The other flower said, smiling. Beautiful as me, it was my mother.
"Let's name her Sunny." She said.
"That's beautiful." Daddy chuckled.
They both reached near me for a cuddle. A happy flower cuddle.
My new world was beautiful.
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