My Most Treasured Possesion

My Most Treasured Possesion Everything was in disorder in my small rectangular bedroom with nasty socks and pants but, there was one thing shining throughout those unwanted stuffs. It was my grandfather’s “Zaw Gyi” toy. As soon as I see it, memories of my fun past had entered into my brain. Before his last words, he gave that to me, to keep it safe for the future generations. It is the only possession I treasured most and the only one that I had had from my grand family. The sparkling scarlet costume of the toy was seen clearly on the right corner of my little room. The ebony sharp eyes of the Zawgyi was staring at me with a deep look as if it was going to dance in front of me with its middling russet fighting stick. The whole body was shrouded with red dazzling colors even his sharp-pointed hat. The texture of the cloth was as smooth and soft as a cotton wool and fit with his body. Several long strings were attached to almost every part of toy’s body. When I get near, I can sense the scent of my grandfather who’s playing the toy in front of me when I was young. Many peaceful Myanmar tone entered into my ears like seeing a zawgyi show in front of me organized by my grandfather. I could remember his swift talented hands moving the strings from the zawgyi with extreme skills on the stage spectated by many audiences. He was the controller in the play. Starting from the past, until now, Myanmar toy dancing have been popular. My grandfather was excelled at this like Messi who was excelled at football. He made money with his little toy and performed at traditional shows his entire life for my dad to attend school to become a graduate. There are not many skillful players left and wanted the talents to bring on to my brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. “Son, get down here” yelled my mom. Oh! It was time to go to my grandfather’s 1 year funeral. I will not forget him and keep his little toy safe for the future as it is the only