New friends.
There was a small garden in our familly minor full of roses. Believe me, I hatet them, their smell, view, nature, it is too bright, colorfull, irritative for me, but my sister loved them. Once she said:
“It’s so vulnerable flover, but on the same time it’s full of courage and bravery. It’s a simbol of love and unity.”
She had been working in the garden for whole day, till her death.
This roses, hated earlier, now my best friends and simbol of my unity with sister.











