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The ungiven flowers
Every ungiven flower has a story.
I entered the class. My teacher was sitting there. I finally decided to tell her that I liked her.
I stood near her. She smiled. I smiled too.
Everything was left unsaid.
I went to my seat.
I was feeling very hot during that winter.
I don’t know what happened to me that made me leave everything unsaid.
I was standing behind my teacher. She was sitting in the sunlight. I wanted to go near her and give her a flower.
I stood there for an hour. My friends were standing behind me in front of the bathrooms.
They were calling me again and again to go and give her the flower.
They were really tired of standing there.
My legs did not move.
When I returned after an hour without giving a flower to my teacher, they really fought with me.
I remember once my friend called out to my teacher and said, “Ma’am, Shafia wants to say something to you.”
She looked at me, and I just told her that my friend was lying.
She really loved me too…
