No! Not my darling rose I cannot live without my rose. But no pity was taken and the newly grown rose was plucked from the plant.
It was morning time the sun was getting high but the wounds of the plant were not wounded, it was still in the shock of losing its precious rose. I cannot believe it I lost it my rose my little rose. The plant weeded for the whole day and for years afterwards the rose grew in front of it but did not take any notice of its poor mother neither did the snatchers observed the big sacrifice the plant had made by giving away a part of itself but the plant is sure one day its rose is going to return.