In my hand I held a rose. This rose was the key to my life. It gave me hope and sadness, but it gave me something else, meaning. At that time I felt like there was a dark vacuum trying to suck me up. I felt like there was no meaning to my life and no point to it. But this rose symbolizes so much that I have to offer the world with my strengths and weaknesses. I felt at that time I could do so much and accomplish everything I wanted, because what I saw in the rose was “ready to leave honey.” My mom says. “Feeling okay’ she asks, “Yeah mom, I’m great.”