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From where I was sitting, I could see the roses out of the window. I was completely baffled by them.
    After finishing lunch, I went to my room to change my clothes, since I was still in my pajamas. I walked slowly from the dining room, through the hallways, and then up the stairs, toward my room.
    Once at the top, I stopped and turned my body to the left, facing my parents’ room. I was about to walk toward their door, when something caught my attention. It was an aroma that I had not smelled before. The scent smelled kind of like the roses but was stronger and sweeter.
    I turned away from my parents’ room, closed my eyes, and followed the unique scent. As I walked, I took in a big whiff; it was intoxicating. With my eyes still shut, I followed the perfume, which led me straight to my room. What is in there?
    I turned the knob to open the door. With a little push, the door flung open. At that moment, the scent burst through the doorway, surrounding me. It was almost as if I were in a whole different world. All I could do was enjoy the smell. It was the most amazing scent I had ever smelled before in my life. Once I was engulfed in it, my sorrow, frustration, and anxiety all disappeared and were replaced by giddiness.
    I stepped into my room, still with eyes closed, trying to locate the source of the intoxicating fragrance. As I followed it, I ran into something. When I opened my eyes, I was at my night table.
    There, sitting on my nightstand, were the most beautiful, full-bloomed roses. The aroma was coming from the roses my mother had put on the dining table and then brought up to my room the night before.
    I stood there in awe. I had thought they would have been browning a little by now; I mean, the roses outside were wasting away. But not these. These roses were at the peak of life—lush and beautiful beyond words.
    As I stood there, I forgot what I had come into my room for, because I was so lost in the fragrance. Never had I known that roses could create this perfume or look the way they did. What is different about these roses? Were they like this last night?
    All of a sudden, when I shut my eyes again, Mother popped into my head. I saw her as clear as day. She was wearing the purple dress with the beaded flowers. Her smile lit up the room. I heard her voice. She started singing the “Little Rose” song. Her voice rang through my ears.
    “Mommy!” I screamed with excitement.
    Once I opened my eyes, she disappeared. I was standing in front of my nightstand, with my bed on my right. But I felt no heartache after she disappeared.
    I turned my back to the bed and sat down. The nightmare from the night prior came rushing to my mind.
    I looked back to the roses, and the dream disappeared. I was filled with joy and happiness every time I looked at them. It was as if I were under a spell. But how long will these roses stay this way? They probably will lose their color and scent as the day progresses.
    After gazing at the roses for some time, I looked down, finally remembering why I had come in there to begin with; I needed to change out of my pajamas. I walked over to my closet and stood there. Again I shut my eyes and focused on the scent of the roses.
    I started to sway back and forth, which caused me to fall forward into my closet. I landed on a pile of clothes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I began laughing really loudly. I had not laughed like this all day. Then I attempted to stand back up to change my clothes, but no matter how hard I tried to pull myself up, something in me did not want to get up. My laughter then turned into giggling.
    Apparently I made a loud crash when I fell, because Leala and Russel came running up the stairs.
    “Are you okay?” Russel panted, out of breath from running up the two flights of stairs.
    “I am fine,” I said, still giggling.
    “What is so funny?” Leala asked.
    “I have no idea!” I giggled.
    “Well, I like this a lot more than the sad you we had earlier!” Russel and