In the city near where I was born, there is a huge rose garden. Both my parents love going there. I however, do not. I don't find that much enjoyment in just looking at flower after flower after flower.
I do however, think Rose is an appropriate middle name for me. Because you have to get past the thorns to get to the beautiful flowers.
My dad happens to be growing some roses.
Okay okay, so they aren't exactly red, but they are a pinkish-orange color. Close enough. You can't have everything in life.
Meanwhile, I am over here thinking that I am just glad my parents didn't name me Janelle Red Rose. Because that would be awkward.
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