3. A burried memory

Its bustling here, l have been working here for 2 years. I started working here when I was in my middle school and I got used to it well it’s not new now.

So I started doing my work as usual suddenly I noticed that there was some ruckus was going over the performing stage so I asked my co-worker what is happening.

“Hey! What’s happening over there?”[Alisha]

“I think that the performer who was supposed to come today didn’t come so that’s why the customer and manager are arguing” [c1]

“Oh so it’s like that!”[Alisha]

Well it’s nothing new, sometimes it happens and sometimes I perform as a substitute, and make some extra cash out of it but sometimes the customers are not satisfied even if I played well they have this particular status mind so they always go on and on about my filthy background not listening my performance. Anyway I continued my work suddenly heard footsteps and look back and saw manager walking towards me.

“What happened Sir?” [Alisha]

“Alisha um…. the thing is that….” [Manager]

“Let me guess! You need a substitute to perform right?”[Alisha]

“Yes! Can you do it? I will pay you extra ok”[Manager]

“OK it’s not like I have any problem and I will get paid at that”[Alisha]

“Thank you!!”[Manager]

Well, it’s good that I get to do something I am interested in and which make me feel good rather than working only to get paid and make a living, I quickly went to the locker where our personal stuffs are and opened a box and wore the dress which was in it, a beautiful ivory dress with rainbow coloured butterfly sticking on it giving a feeling of blooming flower which was surrounded by countless butterflies because of its emerging sweet and alluring scent. Suddenly a memory flashes through my mind when I was little one day I was playing in the garden and far away there was a couple who were sitting under a tree and was crying and saying….

“If our daughter and granddaughter were alive we could have gone somewhere and could have had a very beautiful memory” [old lady]

“I know but what we can do…” [Old man]

Then they take out a box from their bag and put that under that tree and said…

“Happy Birthday dear I know how you loved butterflies and always say dad I want to be like a butterfly it may live short but no one can deny its beauty and no one can forget its colourful presence so I gift you this” [Old Man]

So they put that box and left I couldn’t keep my curiosity inside and took the box away and saw this beautiful dress and couldn’t resist myself to keep it since then those word and this dress I buried it in my heart and promise myself that I become someone so memorable that no ocan ever forget me……..

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