Many beautiful flowers grew in the park. There were lilies, carnations, violets, tulips, and many more besides. The colors were amazing to look at, and the smell of the flowers was very soothing.
Maya’s favorite flowers were roses; she loved the red ones, the yellow ones, the pink ones, the orange ones, and the white ones. Every day she would go to the park and pick a rose of each color, then she would take them to her mother’s grave at the bottom of the park. Maya’s mother had died two years ago after becoming very ill, and the young girl had promised herself that she would visit the grave every day so that her mother would never be forgotten.
One day, while Maya was picking roses in the park, she saw a boy sitting on the grass wearing a school uniform. He had a yellow rose in his hand, and he was tearing all of the petals from the rose, one by one. Maya ran over to the boy and shouted at him.
‘Why are you tearing the petals off of that beautiful flower? Why are you doing that?’
‘Because I am bored,’ replied the boy. ‘Why are you getting so upset about it?’
Maya could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she said to the boy: ‘I am upset because I love roses, and my mother loves roses. I pick some for her every day, and if you tear them all there will be none left!’
The young boy felt sorry for Maya and asked: ‘Where is your mother?’
Maya pointed silently towards her mother’s grave at the bottom of the park. She sat down on the grass clutching her roses and asked the boy for his name. He told her that his name was Sami and that he had run away from school because he was finding mathematics class too hard.
Sami learned that he never saw Maya at school because her father was too poor and so could not afford to send her. The young girl told Sami that she often wondered what it would be like to go to school and have friends to play with.
Sami asked: ‘Do you like maths? I don’t like maths and I can never understand how to do it.’
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