Memory

It was autumn. The leaves on the trees, the gardens and the fields were turning golden. It was time to harvest was coming. We were picking grapes in the garden. My grandparents stayed at home.
We all came to the garden. Grandma suddenly called my dad in a panic and said: “Come home quickly, your dad is calling you,” my grandmother said and hung up the phone. Together with my dad
I went too. After I left, my father ran to my grandfather’s house.

Suddenly I heard my grandfather say:
“My son, don’t fight with your brother, your sisters are yours to keep.” I didn’t understand what my grandfather was saying at all.
The next day, there was mourning in our house. For a long time, I missed my grandfather and couldn’t come to my senses.

A year later, I went to a summer camp. After spending 2-3 days there, I left the camp. I saw the director and I thought he looked like my grandfather. He had a mole on his nose, just like my grandfather. His hair looks like an airport where a plane has crashed. I love it very much, like my grandfather.

I stayed. I asked my teacher and found out their names. Their name was Ataniyozov Bahadir. He and I got along very well. He also liked me. I called him Bahadir Ata. The camp was only 12 days long. When I returned from the camp, just like I missed my grandfather, I missed my father Bahadir very much. I will go to the same camp next year too.

I went. But I couldn’t find my father Bahadir. Later I found out that he had retired.

Bakhadirova Rukhshona was born on September 4, 2009 in the Bogat district of the Khorezm region. She was admitted to the Ogahiy creative school based on the 2022 exam and is currently studying in the 10th grade of this school. Rukhshona is the winner of several competitions organized by the school, and also received a B+ (94.25%) certificate in the Uzbek language and literature. In addition, her creative works have been published in several anthologies.