The Day I Got a Rose




Today, my professor gave every student a rose. Each and every one of us received one.

I took the rose, looked at it, admired it, and held it in my hands. It made me feel happy. A kind of quiet happiness. I really liked that moment.

Then I placed the rose in my notebook, trying to preserve it. I wanted to keep it safe, maybe as a memory of that day.

It had been a long time since someone gave me a rose. That small gesture made me feel really good inside. The whole day went well after that. I felt happy in my heart just looking at the rose.

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