My owner carried me into the dark room. They set me on fire. I wept a lot. And finally my head was cut off. Who am i ?

Question

For nine months I grow and grow.
Then finally my head will show
When I'm pulled from the bed I'm in
And someone gently cleans my skin.
Strong and healthy is my mood.
Soon I'll be into solid food.
Some like my smell, some say it's rude,
To most, I'm positively viewed.
So who or what am I?

Answer 1

I think it is a candle.