Two years before - It was a Wednesday night and I was sound asleep waiting for school the next day, I loved school it was the one time I could see my friends.
I was playing in the toy room with my younger sisters and cousin when my cousin walked in and said "It's life or death, this could be it" when I asked her what she meant she said "Grandmother is dying" I went to find my mom when I finally found her she was in the kitchen crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Grandmother just died," she said
I hugged her and we cried together.
I noticed in the living room window a golden rose with silver thorns, only now do I know what that rose means.
I woke up and realized it was all just a dream. I got up and got dressed for school, I never told anyone about that dream. That rose has shown up in many of my dreams all of which come true.
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The Rose
Non-Fictionthis is a very emotional story about how I predicted my great grandmother's death
