Little things make me happy, and one of those things is stickers. The love I had for them is indescribable. My first sticker packet was a gift from my mom, and that’s where it all began. I’ve always loved decorating, and being an artistic person, stickers were involved in everything I did. Wherever I went, I made sure to carry a packet of stickers with me to keep myself entertained. Every peel from the sheet filled me with happiness. I would stick them on my notebooks, files, and even on doors. They weren’t just images; they were small extensions of my creativity.
Since I loved stickers so much, my friends used to gift me a packet of them with a greeting card every year. Stickers only cost 10 rupees, but to me, they were far more valuable.
As I grew older, my relationship with stickers evolved, but it never faded. In 6th grade, my Hindi teacher conducted surprise tests, and for those who scored 20 out of 20, the reward was a gold star sticker next to the score. I studied so hard just for the chance to earn that gold star sticker, but I often lost marks due to silly mistakes. The thought of earning that sticker pushed me to study even harder, and eventually, I did get it once.
Today, while cleaning my room, I found the box where I used to store all my stickers. Looking through it, I realized that most of the stickers were ones I had saved for later because they were too special to use, but I never did use them. Time flies, and that box of stickers feels like a memory from just yesterday. I’m grateful for everyone who put effort into making and buying me stickers because they brought me so much joy. Looking back, I realize how something as simple as a sticker made me feel happy and content. I only wish to be the same girl I was, whose happiness relied on small things like these.
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