Monthly Archives: March 2015

I held my breath as I unwrapped the rose in my hand. I tore through the paper the same way children open presents on christmas, or PNM’s open their cards on bid day.

At my high school, the homecoming tradition is to present the nominees to everyone at halftime during the football game, and then have them open a hidden rose color. Everyone’s is red, except for the king and queen. Theirs is a white, and they step forward and are crowned. For that night, they are royalty. Continue reading