ONE PERSON’S TRASH IS ANOTHER PERSON’S TREASURE


Oh Dear! I still remember the day when Sara bought me. I had beautiful yellow locks and a pink dress with light pink shoes. Sara took me to her home and put me on the highest shelf so that nobody can touch me except her. Sara took good care of me, she always slept with me and kept me neat and tidy. One day her little brother wrote on me with coloured markers. I was extremely angry and I did not know how to control my anger. When Sara came to know about it she gave her brother a tight slap. I was happy I also wanted to give the boy two tight slaps. The boy was so angry that he cut off my one leg and pour a glass of water on me. He threw ketchup and ink on me. I felt furious and started looking horrible. When Sara looked at me she was disgusted and she immediately threw me in the trash. I cried and cried but nothing happened. Luckily, one day a small girl picked me up from the trash. She took me to her home, washed me and gave me new clothes. Now I live happily with her. 

Rameen Usman V Fuchsia

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