Roses
I really enjoy gardening; it’s a passion I shared with my grandmother. Now that my migraine is gone, I’ve been able to spend at least an hour every day in my garden and greenhouse. Sarah’s father, Sam, built my beloved greenhouse, which was Grandma Irene’s dream. Together Grandma and I planted dozens of flowers. I can clearly recall her sitting in her wheelchair in the garden while Rose braided Sarah’s long hair and Sam pieced together the greenhouse’s structure. Grandma would watch Sam eagerly and list all the flowers she was going to raise. We ended up growing them all.
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