Flowers of Despair

"Why did I name you Rose?" My mother asks me softly.

"I dunno." I respond quickly.

"Roses symbolize love and purity. Did you know that sweetie?" She then takes her hand and begins messaging my hair.

"Mom. Don't go." I plead.

"You know I have to." She responds quickly. And just like that, she's gone. And I wake up in my bed. And realize that all of that was just a dream. One very amazing dream.