Daily Prompts for FreeWriters, My daughter's hobby, Pakistan
My little daughter is very fond of crafting. In this regard, we agreed to go to a pottery workshop a few days ago. There I also tried to make pottery. And my daughter also fulfilled her passion. Since she loves playing with clay, when a pile of clay came into her hands, she happily shaped it into a pot. When she made a small vase under the guidance of the teacher, she herself was very surprised to see how beautiful something her hands had made.
From there, she took her pot and brought it home carefully and placed it on the wall of the house to dry. It is a wall where the sun rises in the morning and starts to shine. And as long as the sun is there, that wall remains in the sun. This passion was forcing her to place her pot on this wall. But unfortunately, it suddenly rained at night. And she did not remember to lift her pot from the wall. Because it was a pot made of clay, as soon as the water fell, the pot lost its shape and became clay again. In the morning, when my daughter went to the roof to see her pot in its dried state, she came back crying. Because contrary to her expectations, her pot had broken. And now there she was with a pile of clay in her hand. In a state of extreme sadness, she was holding her clay in her hand and was asking me, what should I do now? I consoled her and encouraged her to make a new pot. For now, she has no plans to go back into the clay. See when she thinks of it and creates a new pot again.
