My story
Rose was 3years old when she lost her mother.
She never quite remembered her. All rose could picture was a beautiful blonde women,who had perfect white skin and always wore make up. By the time she was 13, rose was sure she could remember a sunny day..they were having a picnic in the garden. Mother leaned close to rose and whisperd, "Remember,my dear chikd,you were named for a rose,and you posess great beauty and strength."
Rose would never forget her mother.