"Maybe he'll change his mind," Rosetta's mother added. "Maybe everything will be okay, and you'll be able to do everything everyone else does. Maybe you'll be happy the way you are."
I mean, living with Uncle sucks, but what choice do I have? Rosetta thought. And I'm different from everyone else, but I'm still me, I still have friends. Auntie always suggested I do the best with what I have. But if I had a choice? Rosetta shook her head.
The second-to-last message was different from all the others. She found herself back at the park with both of her parents at her side. They were very gaunt and their skin discolored. Her mother had lost almost all her hair, and her father had a funny cough. This must be close to when they died, Rosetta thought. She was suddenly horrified. Uncle did this.
