ᵘⁿᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ story ♡︎ chapter ᵒⁿᵉ The day I have been longing for is here. My birthday. It isn’t because I get Presents Or cake Or a party. It is because I get the first pick. Every year, my town, My neighborhood, specifically, Picks the first roses that bloom On the first week of spring. And this week is my birthday, And I have asked my mother if I could pick A rose. That is all I asked for my birthday That is all I want. A simple rose Is all I want. “Is that too much to ask?” I ask my brother, Who still can’t believe the only thing I want is a rose. As red as blood. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asks me again, For the 10ᵗʰ time this week. “You don’t want money, or A toy, movies or a phone?” I shake my head. “No, I don’t want money Or toys that I will never play with, Or even movies. You can forget about the phone, Max. The only thing I ask for Is this single rose.” I put on my shoes. “OK fine, one more thing.” I say. “Could you drive me to the garden?”
