TRUE STORY TIME! (Though unfortunately it doesn't have anything to do with roses)
My dad and I were cleaning things out of my grandmother's attic, because she had died a few months earlier, which was very upsetting to me. Now, I know my dad kept EVERYTHING in a file, EVERYTHING, and I knew he had a file on me, and that it was easy to get to, though I hadn't been thru it. Anyway, I thought I had seen everything in my grandmother's house many times. So I was sitting near the opening to the attic, handing boxes down to my dad, and I said, "Dad, I really really need my baptismal certificate," and though he was opposed to me converting to Catholicism, he sighed and said, "Ok, Ok, I know where it is and I'll get it for you." The very next box I opened contained a strange porcelain figurine of the Virgin Mary, that I'd never seen before and I said, "Dad, have you ever seen this before?" He said no. RIGHT BENEATH IT WAS MY BAPTISMAL CERTIFICATE. No lie. I didn't even much care for the Virgin Mary but she got my attention that day for SURE. In fact, she was my sticking point when it came to converting. I still have that porcelain figurine of course. I have no idea how or if my grandmother ever had it in her possession but it's mine now for sure.