I'm here to tell a story.
Surely you have read a bunch of stories before, that i'd be sure.
But maybe you haven't heard this one yet, who knows, maybe you have, maybe you haven't.
But this story is about a little girl, let's call her, "Red Rose" for now.
You'll soon see where I got that name from.
Red Rose was a little girl with a normal happy life.
She had two of the most loving parents, a few siblings that adored her, her aunt that was like a second mother to her.
It may not seem like much but, it seemed to her as if she had all she needed and ever wanted.
"Nothing will change," she thought. But a few serious turns of events would happen, events that nobody saw coming, but the most clueless out of everyone was the little Red Rose.
and happiness…but, something else was going on, something that she wasn't aware about.
The little Rose aunt, she was sick of the lungs, practically couldn't breathe properly, so she carried an inhaler around.
Red Rose asked her aunt about it, she'd always asks the same questions:
-"What is that for?" or "Why do you carry it around?"
The aunt just smiled at the little Rose and always say:
_"Do not worry sweetie, it's just your aunties toy"
But what kind of toy would prevent you from not being able to breathe properly?The little Rose never knew its purpose and now that she's older, she wishes she hadn't.
A Year or two later, her aunt passed away from a terrible disease, and the little Rose was devastated.
She didn't understand anything at the time, but she was just sad that her aunt left, or at least that's what they told her back then.
-"mommy..where did auntie Nelly go..?" The little Rose would ask frequently.
-"On a trip honey..but i'm afraid she won't come back.."The mother would replay, unshed tears welling up in her eyes.
The mother of Red Rose was devastated, hurt, just like the little Rose was.
But, the little Rose was just an innocent kid, without any thoughts of death nor its significance.
-"Okay!" she'd reply, a warm and happy smile across her face.
She offered her mother a hug, without really knowing why her mother was actually crying.
She thought that her mother was crying because her auntie had left for the so called "trip" her mother claimed she went on.
-"She is still here with us, she isn't gone!"
The little Rose would say, smiling up at her mother, but now she's grown older and more mature and realized the impact her words had before.
-"If only I was smarter.." She says.
-"If only I were brighter.." She says.
But what happened in the past wasn't anything under her control.
Little Red Rose, who found it in the dark night, picked it up, she was only ten years old. She swore on her life and honor to her name, she would never be seen as the weak, but as the strong and dependent girl who is willing to protect others at her watch no matter what, just to honor her aunt.
Because when her mother wasn't there, her aunt was her second mother, who watched over her like an Eagle.
And she'll do the same thing, for the one under her care.