ROSIE’S POV
Mom is still sleeping, as well as Aunty Dawn. Looking at the wine bottles, I guess they enjoyed themselves. I switch on the tv and pour myself some coffee. I know mom will freak out if she sees me drinking coffee. Children my age are not allowed to drink coffee, but children my age are also supposed to be children.
I understand mom went through a lot, but this is becoming too much. I need her to be like yesterday. She was fun, and we laughed and she played with me.
I guess dad’s past was haunting him till his death and now the ghost of his past came to haunt mom, and I can see that’s she’s scared.
“Hey little one,” mom greeted while I tried to hide my cup of coffee.
“I saw that,” she said while pouring herself coffee.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It is nice coffee, but
