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Once upon a time, on a hot August day, a redheaded girl stepped outside of her way. She climbed on the bus with a delicate sigh. The desks were too big and the ceilings too high. But when she got home, a small gift did await. A single pink rose sat atop a blue plate. A note on the stem red. You did it, my sweet. You conquered day one and you stayed on your feet. For that. I am proud and so very glad to see you at six with love from your dad. First grade became second than three and then four until she came to expect the pink rose at the door. But the sun and the moon on their access. They spun. She grew, and he worked, and a distance was one. The roses. They dried and they fell to the floor. Each carried their work and then rarely did more. A decade swept by a few years. Give or take a cordial goodbye and see you at break College was hard, but at times it was fun, and at times it was hard to tell which had begun. Once upon a time, on a warm April day, a redheaded girl stepped outside for the day. She walked past tall buildings, three dorms on a wall. She walked past a shop and then heard a loud call. Flowers for sale. The voice stated Once more. She paused and then listened, Not knowing what four. The flowers were roses and pink in there. Hugh. She took a deep breath and then felt something new. Once upon a time on a warm April day, Ah, girl bottle Rose and then went on her way. She drove past tall buildings and towns that were knew. She thought of pink roses and plates that were blue. You see, when it came to the girl in her dad, their hearts got too cold and they lost what they had. So open your heart, every window and door. Be kind to people. That's what hearts are for.