The Yellow flower on the door (short story)

When the men on convoy drove me into the cubicle, I sight his presence on the rectangular door, sending his happy smile at me, I knew it wanted to talk to me, but the message he wanted to let me know was what I didn't realize.

Then my in-law who sent his convoy to pick me up invite me inside the mansion, we had dinner together with his wife and children's, he show me the visitor's room that I am to live for days.

Towards in the day, I stroll in the premises, then I met with the yellow flower, he was just still smiling at me.

It didn't notice that I was there, so I touched him and it became bigger, he show me things of the past and the ones that is going to happen in the near future.

I didn't like what he show me and I leave his side as soon as possible because I was terrified, I reached my room and I realized that the yellow flower on the door holds a big history of the cubicle.

Later, on another day, i make another visit to the yellow flower on the door and that day he speaks to me.

He talked to me and I realized I am the one to make a great change, I follow on the path he told and today I am living on that path to deliver the message of the yellow flower.

He might be a flower on the door but his knowledge is so big, from the time I realized his true nature, I said to myself I must lived onto this path of success.

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