The Story of Rose
12:25 AM“Red roses are given to those who you want to show love and passion, people who you have great respect for, and those who have shown great courage. The quantity can also have a special meaning. A single red rose shows love, a dozen shows gratitude, twenty-five shows congratulations and fifty show unconditional love.” -(Unknown, Google).
I
have never get a flower before, and I am not a flower type of girl as well. But,
since I arrived here, I seemed to be attracted to flowers that been selling,
mostly along the pavement. Since I never get a flower, and I probably knew that
no one would ever give me, so I don’t mind to get it for myself. The problem
was I haven’t found ones that I’m really deadly in “love” with that worth the
price.
Not
until Today.
So
these few days have been not right for me. I was sad for some particular
reasons. I tried to reach my friends, talked to my mom. Sometimes I even caught
myself cried in some nights, couldn’t focus on assignment so decided to go out,
explore and have “me” time.
After
spending 2 hours laid down on grass in front of state library, enjoyed the
environment, then I decided to go to Dockland’s night market.
I
walked along the market, and nothing much impressed me (Malaysian Night Market
is the best).
Then I
saw this stall.
I was
so attracted to the flowers, roses to be exact. Seriously! That’s the only time
that cross in my mind “yea, I am gonna buy this”. Later, I saw the price, it’s
$15 for a rose. Freaking $15. I could have buy dinner with $15. So I leave the
stall, as I need “time” to think, whether it worth or not. Oh, anyway, it is
wooden rose.
After
taking almost 1 hour of thinking, as well as enjoy the sunset in Dockland, I
decided to buy the rose. I wanna be the first person who give flower to myself.
lol. Since it is wooden rose, surely it will last so I can keep it for longer
time. Then, I walked back to the stall.
One lovely
lady attended me,
“ Hello
young lady, how can I help you?”
“Hey,
how are you? Yes, I would like to have this one, reddish-pink colour”
“How
much do you want?”
“Oh,
I just need one.”
“How
about this one?”, she suggested me to other few roses, light pink & white.
“oh,
they are lovely, but I think, I’d go with this one, reddish-pink. Do you only
accept cash? Or can I use card?” *don’t be surprised, some stall accept card.*
“Nah,
It’s okay, you can have it!”
“What?”,
afraid that I misheard.
“Yes,
you can have it”
“Oh,
are you sure? That’s really nice! Thank you! when will you be next week?”
“I
will be at Queen Victoria night market”
“really?
Okay, thanks! And again, thanks for this rose”.
That’s
it.
That lovely
lady officially, become the first person to give me flower. >.<
She might
not know, how’s that really made my day. Washed away my sadness that I endured
these few days! Perhaps, for her, it just a little kind gesture, but she really
doesn’t know what it means to me. I was happy since I received the rose. Even now,
I am still happy.
I realized
those gloomy days aren’t last either. I’m thankful today I am happy, tomorrow
is still uncertain. Those gloomy days made me genuinely thankful for the days I
become happy.
Live is
ups and downs, well.
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