I've never read a version of my story that got the facts right, I'm pretty sure the Grimm Brothers went crazy if they thought the version they wrote was factual. My Name is Rose, a tad ironic considering I have never even been allowed to look at a rose in person. When I was around two hours old still in my mothers arms, a witch of the worst kind came and cursed me she said when I turned thirteen I would prick my finger and die, she was jealous of my parents I think. I was blessed by my fairy god-mothers with beauty, smarts, grace, and music. I was about to recive my last gift when she came, luckily my fairy god-mother was able to change the curse to sleep but she didn't long it would last....Well here I am in 2012 and it's been awhile
