*Rose*
I wash my hands by the sink and take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror overhead. My focus is brought to my nose. Was my nose really going to grow bigger? Is it already bigger? I turn slightly to see if I can spot the difference. I can’t tell at all, and it’s making me frustrated.
“Good morning, Pinnochio-Rose,” I say to the empty bathroom. I always thought Pinnochio’s nose only grew when he lied. Mine was apparently growing because of my pregnancy. Why? Was it because my babies would be little liars? Maybe because I was crying a bit much for nothing in particular?
I shake the excess water from my hands and head to the bedroom. As I walk in, there’s a knock on the door. I assume it’s Vienna with my morning smoothie. I silently hope she put a little extra peanut butte
