I saw her tears; she had just lost her son.
I kindly stood by her side and noticed something unique sent from the heavens, it was a purple rose.
Marveling at its beauty, I picked it off of a bush and gave it to the grieving mother.
At that moment something magical happened, her son resurrected from his grave never to die again.
Her grieving turned into tears of joy.
In memory of the young people losing their life only to be resurrected when the purple rose returns.
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