Rosaleen —Six years ago, 19 years old
Rosaleen was lying in her bed, crying. Her mind couldn’t stop running, she couldn’t stop seeing the comments and the articles online. She couldn’t stop hearing her father’s words. She shook her head, trying to make everything stop when a knock on her door startled her. She wiped the tears off of her face and got up from the bed. She opened her door and saw her mother.
Her mother got in and hugged her.
“I’m so sorry baby.”
Rosaleen tried to hold it all together but hearing those words come out from her mother’s mouth brought the tears right back, accepting her mother embrace, she let them roll.
“It hurts so much, mom…It’s not fair.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Her mother rubbed Rosaleen’s back, trying to sooth her, like she used to do when she was younger.
When Rosaleen calmed down both of them decided to go to a restaurant near Rosaleen’s dorm. They sat down and read the menus the waitress gave them. Rosaleen’s mother looked at her and quietly asked her if she was hungry, Rosaleen shook her head no. They closed the menus and gave it back to the waitress.
“We are not really hungry, is it possible to just get teas?”
The waitress smiled and nodded.
“Yes, of course! We have black tea as our recommendation.”
“That’ll be perfect, thank you.”
The waitress nodded and left. Rosaleen’s mother sighed and took her daughter’s hand in hers.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Rosaleen once again wiped her tears away, she felt as if it was the only thing she was doing lately.
“Because I didn’t want it to be real. You knowing it made it all too real, mom.”
Police cars and ambulances passing broke the silence that was settling at their table. Rosaleen watched them pass. ‘Another tragedy,’ thought Rosaleen.