I was walking along the beach looking at the sunset. My legs were soaked in water and mud sticking to them. I rolled my jeans up to the knee and walked a little lower in the sea.

I turned to walk to a near bench to watch the sunset and the endless sea while relaxing. Fortunately, the bench was empty but there was something on it that stopped me to look around before I sit.

A red rose.

I looked around to find the rightful owner of that rose. How could someone forget that beautiful thing? There was no one around I could ask about the rose.

Leaves were plucked from one side as in anger. I brought it up and looked at the sun through it. A smile played on my lips. The rose belonged to me. I am the rightful owner whom it gave the delight of its presence.