Isabella
When it's winter, roses and many other beautiful flowers fade but during summer, they all come back to life. This is my winter season, a time sadness and grief laid hold on my heart. I was supposed to break and be judged by my failures but I didn't.
They all expect me to bloom even under the persistent snowfall, they expect me to be warm even while in the cold. They might be right to think I shouldn't break, but they aren't right to think I can't, and that is because I still remember it all.
The horror I faced that night. the pain of my sweet boy ripped from the comfort of my arms. His agonizing cry still calls me to revenge. Even from the deep end, when everything was meant to fade.
The pain still cooks in my heart. The amount of strength it took to fight the waves. The feel
