ROSIE’S POV
Mom closed herself in the study again. I can hear her crying behind the closed door. I never knew my dad, but from the pain I see on mom’s face every day, I guess she loved him a lot. Aunty Dawn told me a few things about him. Like how he always wanted the last say in a conversation, and that I remind her of him.
Whenever I try to ask about dad, mom changes the subject. I have a few pictures of him when I was still a baby, but that’s just pictures. I have no memory of him, and mom shuts off every time I ask for memories.
She keeps me locked up between these walls and only lets me out when we go to a restaurant. I so badly want to make friends and live like a normal child, but mom will never allow it. I tried a few times to change her mind to go to a park and play with other
