Alice looked into that looking glass and saw life in all its reality, but within that reality, she saw the life that could be there. She saw all the adventure that life could bring. The fun and sun and mystery. She was not afraid... To do things differently. She pushed her way through to her own world, in spite of the resistance. And in her world, she saw the beauty and the life and the fun and the beautiful talking flowers. So much so that people wanted to follow her into her special world. To know it. To understand it. To feel part of it. Some stayed. Some visited. Some broke things and didn't come back. But all saw how wonderful her world was as she tended to her garden. So caring was Alice, that she treasured every bud. They were a part of her. And those that stayed rooted themselves there to be tended to by her caring hands, for she was so kind. All the flowers were a part of her and when they hurt, she felt it too. She did everything to take away their pain, even when it caused her pain. And from her efforts, 3 of the most precious roses grew. Flowering one at a time in the sunshine of her deepest love. And when there was no rain, she fed them with her tears and when there was no sun, she fed them with her warmth. And so these flowers grew from her. But not all flowers were meant to blossom. Some grew to shed their beauty more briefly on the world. And that beauty would always affect Alice's special world and would always be a part. Alice blamed herself for this little bud that never blossomed. She fed it with more of her warmth and more and more of her tears. She was so tired, she forgot to look at the beauty of her garden. The flowers she had grown. The flowers that chose to root themselves. But they were there. And they picked her up onto their shoulders and said "Alice, we see the love you have given to your garden and to all of us and now, it is time for you to let us feed you with our warmth and our tears. None of us can bring back that bud you lost, but we can show you the beauty of your garden. The garden that you made. This beautiful garden that you need to look upon and see its beauty again. The beauty that grew that little bud. The only place a bud so beautiful could grow, was in your garden, so well done Alice. You gave that bud it's life. Well done X"