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In the morning, Sarah came skipping down the stairs, all dressed and ready for her School bus-trip. When she came into the kitchen, she stopped and stared, for there, in the place where she usually sat at the table was a beautiful sight.

In a glass of water, stood a bright red rose. A little card beside it said: "A rose for Sarah, with love from Dad."

"I think your Daddy loves you," said Sarah's mother.

"I think so too," said Sarah, sniffing the flower.