A favourite possession
A favourite possession My grandfather loved flowers and he knew I did too. Sometimes, when he had to come to my house to look after me, we used to walk around a park near my house to pick up some flowers. I did not really have a favourite flower, not until I discovered which was his. Yellow roses, those were the ones he liked the most because yellow is the colour of friendship and happiness. Now that he is dead, I keep a yellow rose in my room and I look after it just like he looked after me.