beatricereeves

Her hair was up in a classic bun ,her good dress tied with a bow.,today was her 50th birthday , her husband didn,t care to know.her mother tried to tell her to let it be known, but she said no i,ll celebrate my birthday all alone.she was with a heavy heart as she left her home that day to celebrate her birthday although her thoughts were gray.she stopped into a flowershop to treat herself to some roses ,tears ran down as she remembered a lovely bunch of posies . her husband used to care one time ,now never around .sometime later they found her laying on the ground.two men had grabbed her purse and toppled her to the ground throwing her roses on her body as she lay bleeding with no sound, in her hand there was a single rose, it was as if to say i,ll .celebrate my birthday as it,s my 50th, today…