MaryAnn pulled her curtain for the night while eyeing the bud in her yard. A New day with the hope that all her swelling will be gone thus, allowing her to get back her mobility, flexibility, and her routine back.
Alas! She woke up and found her inflamed joints to be around while the rose had bloomed, and eventually withered away in a couple of days leaving her in that sad state.
With tears flowing, she eyed her infant.
Wiped them off; took a deep breath and spotted another bud in her garden, prior to retiring for that evening.
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