The yellow rose...

My family has not had much luck with growing things. Everytime we try to grow a garden, all the plants die before a single sprout reaches the surface. However, there is a small rose bush in my front yard that has one beautiful yellow rose on it. Or it used to have one beautiful yellow rose on it. I picked it. My little sisters are furious. I know they had magical plans for that rose. Maybe I was being selfish. I will make it up to them somehow.