Carolyn was very ill. The doctor advised, “Walk around and be active. You will feel better.” But Carolyn was sad. She would lie in her bed and cry all day. Her grandfather saw this. He wanted to cheer her up. So he brought a rose plant and kept it on the windowsill. “When I am not visiting, it is up to you to water the plant and take care of it,” he said. Carolyn liked the plant. One day, it rained. “My plant will get wet,” she said and put it on her bedside table. The next day, when the sun shone, she put it back on the windowsill. Carolyn was feeling better with each passing day. One day, a tiny flower bloomed. Carolyn became happy. That day, when her grandfather visited her, she said, “Look Grandpa, there’s my rose!” Her grandfather hugged her and said, “Here’s mine!”
The Rose
