My sisters middle name is rose. Every time I see a rose it reminds me of her. The smell of her is just like a rose, but sometimes the mean side of her comes out. The thorns on the rose are not noticeable unless you pick them up. She is one of a kind and she is my sister. Her and I have a great time together on family vocations unlike other siblings.
As soon as I bloom, I become red.
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This is very cool how you can make that connection from your sister to a rose all from her personally and middle name.
You guys must have a great connection with each other, I know that me and my brother hate each other but we don't talk very much we just glance at each other before walking the other way.
That's pretty cool how you connect roses to your sister. Whenever I see, hear, or think about lavender it reminds me of my Omi because of how she loves the scent, and the colour.
This really captures the relationship between siblings, and although I do not relate it is clear to see that many others will.
I like the connection made. Good work.
Nice! I love the part where you talk about picking up and rose only to find the thorns. Some things I noticed: you should put an apostrophe after 'sisters' to make it 'sister's' at the first sentence, and also capitalize 'rose' since it is the sister's middle name. Other than that it looks great, I love it!
Great connection that you made towards your sister! I like this! Good job.
I thought it was really good
This was so sweet! I wish my brother was like this, you seem to be a great sibling! Love how you described her to the rose!
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