Have you ever traveled somewhere far from home?
Have YOU ever left everything behind to start new?
Little Rose has, and she didn't like it, she hated it.
Now she wasn't so young, she was eleven years old.
This Rose is growing old.
At the airport, excitement ran through her veins and she thought she was only "visiting" this amazing place.
The color of her cheeks faded upon hearing the words "New home".
She didn't like it.
Her mother said it was only for some time but she lied.
She didn't like it.
She loved being in the air and going on airplanes to new places.
That used to be her childhood life.
Not rich, not poor, and the perfect amount of money for her to be happy.
She loved her life before.
She didn't like it.
To move from where she was born and had grown.
She didn't like it.
To move away from the amazing friends she had.
She didn't like it..
To leave and think she'd never come back.
She didn't like it.
She didn't like the thought of any of it.
And it taunted her.
On the airplane, she was deaf.
She didn't hear anything her mother told her.
That liar.
She started to listen to music, it calmed her down.
She was calm for a while.
But she felt like screaming at her mom, just like any other teen.
They arrived at the place, her anger soon drifted away.
She was amazed by this city, it was really pretty.
The lights of the buildings casting in the night.
The moon was shining bright.
She took millions of pictures, to send to her friends back home.
She wasn't at all happy but she said:
-"This will do"
She will never call this place home, but this is all she has, and so she better act.
This place isn't home but it's a land of freedom, that's what it was called.
The U.S? She never thought this place was as beautiful as they said.
It sucked.
The place she was gonna be staying at.
Stinky, smokers, vapers, drunk people, it had it all.
She didn't like it, in fact, she despised it.
She wanted to take a lighter and burn everything to the ground.
But she said:
-"This will do"
This wasn't home but it was something alright? And one of those dark nights as she slept, the rose that she had found, still in it's one petal glory, with sharp thorns.
But the singular petal was breaking.
One tiny little piece fell on her desk.
It quickly turned brown and dark.
Little Red Rose was starting to break.
She'd keep being strong, she swore on her name.
She will be the last thing this so-called "Dream land of freedom" will face.
Her ego isn't thriving, she didn't have one yet.
But she was confident enough to believe.
That this "Dream Land" was the start to her demise.