Yellow Rose

Written by: Lillie

She bought her mother a painting of a garden full of yellow roses, her mother's favourite flower. "If you were a flower, I would pick you," she told her laughingly.

Her mother bought her a potted yellow rose. "You're my yellow rose," her mother told her laughingly.

She watered it daily and took care of it. Like the potted yellow rose, she grew and blossomed into a lovely girl with character and a warm smile ready to bestow on anyone. She made her own group of friends and she played the part of good friend, daughter and student to the part of perfection.

No one knew when it started. She caught a cold once, then she got sick twice. Both times she recovered rapidly, being healthy, but then she started getting sick more often. She blew the situation off as if it didn't matter. People believed it. In reality, she was always tired.

When one day she collapsed while jogging, they realised that she wasn't alright. They took her to the hospital and did some tests. "Come again later," they told her.

At first everything seemed to have tested fine. Then they asked for more tests to be done. One of the tests hadn't turned out well. She went again for them to be done. Then they broke the news to her.

Her mother cried. Her father cried. She sat there stony-faced. She would not believe it.

She went online to research the disease in hopes of finding a cure. Everything proved negative. She spent hours in the library looking for some answers. She found nothing.

Meanwhile, everyone around her cried. They treated her differently, knowing that she was going to die. She resented this. "I'm not going to die!" she cried out angrily. Everyone nodded sympathetically - after all, you wouldn't want to believe it either. But no one believed her.

She hated everyone for believing the doctors. She hated her parents for not trying to fight this battle with her. She hated everyone for giving up and giving in and not trying to prove them wrong. And she was getting more tired everyday, even more so because she felt she was all alone.

One day she stood by the window and saw her potted yellow rose. It was wilting. She had not watered it for a long time and it had gone uncared for. Even her mother had forgotten to care for the yellow rose.

Looking at it, she gave up. She cried. "I'm dying."

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