That day was Friday.First met so early in the morning. Seen a lot before but not so much in the morning. I used to meet him when I went to school. Honestly, I never went to the street and waited for him. I have seen many of my friends waiting on the streets for their loved ones, leaving them private. But sadly I never waited on the street. Because I was always looking at my goal. I was always thinking about my future.

Why I couldn't wait for him:

I also wanted to wait for him but my biggest problem was. I was more worried about my future. Which is why I read my private every day. Others used to meet their loved ones with their private earnings but I didn't. Today I understand why my relationship with him did not last long. But what Allah does is for the better. Today, as far as I have been able to come, maybe it would not have been possible to come so far if I had followed him. I thank and thank God very much.

All that God does is for the good of His servants. Today I think a lot about my loved ones.But it is impossible for me to find him. But people never give up hope. There is a proverb in Bengali language "As long as there is breath, there is hope" I also accept that proverb. So I'm still waiting for him.

Anyway:

The first day we met in the morning was Friday. That day is the day of school closure. Bangladesh is basically a holiday on Friday. All office court public holidays are weekly holidays on Fridays. So there was a private exam on Friday.Much later I arrived at our sir's house. Basically he became my uncle.

She started to take a lot of tests on Friday. We just got into the sixth grade. So I don't know anyone who sees all the new faces. Suddenly she appeared. I was surprised at first sight. I stared at her for a long time. I can't express in words what kind of shiver was in my mind then.

We used to come here mainly to study mathematics.she is very expert in mathematics.So we didn't talk that day, just saw the two of us.Thus about an hour passed. Like everyone else went back home again.I also came to my house.This is a morning we first met.

Finally:

In fact, I posted flowers.The name of this flower is marigold flower.However, its name may be different here in many places. The flower is one of my favorite flowers.