My childhood, which should have been like a blooming sunflower, was diminished when they stepped on my soft petals.
The sun taught me to be strong to survive the freezing waves of the coldest winter.
It's been more than 10 years; she was waiting for the sun of summer, and in between, she cried, suffered, and observed.
When she finally became the most beautiful sunflower and told her story, no one believed, and still they behaved like heartless people.
But this time, whenever someone tries to step on her, she makes the bees bite them. It's a tough competition between hope and jealousy. Let's see who wins at the end.
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