Mothers.
Can't hate them now, can we?
Even though we get mad at them sometimes, would you be able to live without one?
Will YOU be able to continue life with a mother figure? Without someone to guide you.
Because little Rose couldn't.
Mother's day, what a special time.
Little Rose was growing older, she was smarter now.
She loved her mom and dad and barely showed it.
She turned into a very closed Rose, not ready to bloom yet.
She wanted to do something special!
She wanted to surprise her mother with a gift.
But when she went to buy one, she was upset:
-"None of these gifts are good enough.."She said.
Little Rose's mother was a queen, at least that's what she thought.
She looked up to her mom.
Little Rose called her, Queen of Blind Roses.
(Blind Roses come from the term "Rose Blindness:Shoots that fail to produce rose blooms are known as "blind")
Little Red Rose decided to make the present herself and so she did.
She printed one of her photos of her mom and her, cut it and put it on a necklace lock.
Little Rose then made her own little box, and put white paper to decorate it.
She made a card spelling *Happy Mothers Day!* and placed it inside the little box.
She waited, and waited, and waited.
Time passed by, her father got home.
They both waited hours, waiting for little Rose mom.
*Ring Ring*
A phone rang, it was her dads.
*Ring Ring*
Her dad picked up, she was worried.
As little Rose dad took the call outside, she wondered and wondered.
*"Where did mom go?"*
*"Why isn't she here?"*
*"Did something happen?"*
*"Is she okay?"*
Little Rose's mind was a jumbled mess.
She couldn't think straight.
Her dad came back, looking very upset, as if he had bad news.
-"What happened Pa?" Said little Rose.
-"Se murio.."/"She died…" The dad said.
Little Rose face was unreadable,
*"What is he saying? What did he mean? He couldn't mean.."*
_"Where is mom..?"Little Rose said, looking a bit desperate.
_"Sweetie, she's…she's gone"Little Rose dad said calmly yet sadly.
-"Liar"Little Rose was mad, enraged, but also, visibly upset, tears already streaming down her face.
She clenched her fists that were resting on her lap.
She looked at the ground.
*"This isn't real"* She thought.
She wanted it to be a nightmare, a very bad nightmare.
It hurt.
It burned.
It stinged like a sharp knife being shoved into your heart.
And she cried until she couldn't shed a tear.
She loved her very much.
She was excited for mother day.
She had so much planned for both of them.
She cursed the car crash, she cursed the driver that wasn't paying attention to the road.
What an unhappy Mothers day.
As she cried, another small piece of the one, singular, petal fell.
It turned brown and dark quickly.
This Rose is breaking.
This Rose is falling down.
This Rose is weak.
But not for long.