"Angelique, be careful with those roses." She pointed to the flowers the little girl was playing with. "They still had thorns in them." She reminded her, not wanting her to end up with a prick in her fingers.
It was still a couple of hours before lunchtime, but the sun already shone bright and radiant as it dominated the sky, making everything around them glitter and sparkle.
"Oh!" The young girl seemed surprised as she retracted her hands from the bed of roses. "I will be careful, Ms. Jules." But it did not stop her from admiring the colorful blooms that covered and adorned their surroundings.
She walked closer to the little girl, picking a small, white rose that had fully blossomed. With her pruning scissors, she cleaned it, removing its excess stem and leaves, including its piercing thorns.
