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Blue B and The Salmon

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One day, it just one and another day in Blue B’s journey. It was when she reached at the beautiful greenery at the down stream. Which mesmerizing her was the view next to her. There were hundreds or maybe thousands of salmon were heading to the up-stream.

Wait, up-stream? To the water not an ocean? Yes they were and that the reason Blue B so amazed, for the view was quite strange for her.

They were rushed to the up-stream for what? And surely they were swimming against the stream. Moreover, as long as she knew that salmon was living in the ocean. How come they immigrated to the river?

Many questions trained in her head and she could not help but approaching The Salmon who take rest near by and asked.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Hi, how are you, ermmm… Do I know you?” much to The Salmon’s surprise that somebody approached her.

“Oh yes, my name is Blue Butterfly, usually people call me Blue B,

I’m just curious with all you guys doing.” Replied Blue B.

“We’re all going back home.” The Salmon said.

“Going back home?” Repeated Blue B.

The Salmon nodded.

Leaving Blue B in confusion stage more than she already was, the Salmon should live in the ocean, why were they had to go to up-stream? And to the up-stream? Swimming against the wave?

“Yeah, we’re all going back home to where we were had born. It’s breeding season.” Explained The Salmon.

“I think you’re live in the ocean.”

“Eh, yes we are. Right we were born, we’re travel from the upper to the down stream and to the ocean but once we reach our age, we’re back again to our birthplace during spawning season.”

Blue B nodded while listening to The Salmon’s explanation.

“Then once spawning season is over, you guys back to the ocean again?” asked Blue B.

The Salmon shook her head and with bitter voice but surprisingly there proud inside, she answered,

“No, never, we’re all never had a chance to come back to the ocean as well as some of us who never reach up-stream.”

“Ahh… I see so you stay there taking care your kids?” asked Blue B.
Again, The Salmon shook her head;

“We never see our kids either, actually neither of us had ever see our parents.”

Blue B gasped, “what do you means by saying never knew your parents?”

The Salmon smiled weakly and in a low voice she explained further;

“We’re all die after spawning. We’re too exhausted by our travel and lying eggs is not easy either. But we proud of it, the journey we made was worth enough, when we’re finally passing the new life to the new generation. It would be them who continue our life. We will live through them. Then the new generation will carry on the mission to next generation. That’s how we survive and keep alive. Don’t you think it’s cool? We’re wonder and hoping that the next life will be better and the offspring also will proud due to the chance of life we give to them. We’re all living in our own memory.”

Due to her shock, Blue B did not replay anything. She was just thinking about the life The Salmon have been through. What a cruel destiny. She could not help but praising the effort and sacrifice The Salmon carry on her shoulders to keep their generation alive.

That day, another lesson for Blue B, sometimes the destiny was cruel enough to be felt but there a great lesson behind it and of course it made Blue B appreciated her life more.

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