Object: Plant (Pink Rose)
Event: Graduating from high school
Blanca Rojas stared deeply into her mirror as she curled her hair.
She suddenly heard the door knob turn and watched her father walk in. He held a pink rose in his hand.
“Hey, sweetheart! This pink rose has grown so fast!”
Blanca rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It looks the same to me.”
“No, it’s not! Can’t you see the nice big petals?”
“So? Nothing special about it!”
“You know... the rose has gotten awfully big. Maybe it’s time to cut it.”
“No, don’t cut it! It’s fine the way it is!”
Blanca quickly took the rose and put it in a vase on her windowsill. “It’s still too young to cut it...”
Blanca said as tears began to fall onto the petals.
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