In my room, in a box under the bed, are 5 dead roses. There would be 6 but when the first one grew, I didn't think anything of it. When the first one grew, I was 7. It was when the second one grew on the same day, the year after, I picked them. I'm not sure why but I have always thought that the roses were for me, that they were sent as a reminder for something. I just don't know what. Today, I decided to ask my father where my mother was. All my friends have one so I must have one as well, right? So I went up to my father and said "Dad, where is my mother?" He was washing the dishes at the time and he just froze and slowly turned to face me. "What?" was all he could say. I repeated myself and he said
"What has brought this on?" I was a bit puzzled at that reaction and I didn't say a word.
"Huh??" He asked. "Uh...it's just um....the photographs around the house show uh....a woman and it's the same woman that is uh....in the photograph that you said was.....me"
I stuttered. "Oh" was his reply. I stood there expecting a reply for what felt like forever but one failed to appear. My father's eyes became teary and I took that as a sign that I should leave. I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed, motionless, for the remainder of the night.
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The Rose that grew in the snow
Mystery / ThrillerA child's mother died when she was young. She died on Christmas Day. When her mother died, a vibrant red rose grew from the ground, breaking through the soft white blanket of snow. At the time she didn't think much of it but after a rose grew every...
