When the roses turned white
the sunflower's height
don't let them die
we might just cry
we can't wait much longer
we aren't much stronger

Amanda; a poor girl who had lost her father. Without her father she felt sad, alone, uncomfortable. She felt as though a knife had just stabbed her in the heart. She ran to her bedroom and started to cry. She went to her dresser and took the picture of her and her dad. She through that picture out the window; one thing... the window wasn't open. The glass separated and hit Amanda. Amanda launched back with cut on her stomach. "Dad?"