This is the beginning. The start. The very genesis of my love story. I don’t know if I can even call it a love story anymore. But let’s just label it that.My name is Rose. I live New York with my mother. My dad died when I was 13 and yeah, that sucks. Not the living with my mom, but the dad dying part.I hated him for so long. Not because he hurt or treated me wrongly. Matter of fact, he loved me more than I could ever love myself. I don’t even know how to show love like that man showed. And no, it was not an accident. Not cancer or diabetes. It was not homicide or poison. He just came home from work that night, flopped on the bed and never woke up again. Yeah, that’s messed up.
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