Please respect the roses.

Melissa.

The other morning,
Last week of February is here.

Melissa, my younger cousin sister is very ill. The letter we received was about her health. Father and mother were hiding the news from me because I am close to her. I am glad grandma told me about, she thinks maybe I should go and see her,so that she forget about her disease for awhile and enjoy some time with me. I also wants to meet her, it was along ago, we last met.

Melissa is a really nice girl. As well she is pretty. She has reddish brown curly hair, deep blue eyes, a small cute face, her lips are pure pink with white smiling teeth. She is smart and her height is just perfect with her age. She loves painting and singing songs with me.

Every time we get together, we spend time sitting outside in the green, underneath a tree that has a swing attached to it. On the tree, there hangs a board to which we attach our sheets and paint. Nobody else goes to that spot, it's just us. There's a bench on the side of that big tree, we call it 'The tree of affection'.

This whole place is covered with shrubs and bushes that lets only necessary sunlight to get it. It is a quiet, peaceful and my only favorite place.