Rosie

We made flower crowns together.

Mom took us down by the water when she was younger.

Janice told me I should try to forget.

Because it'd hurt more.

Janice wants me to forget, forget forget, forget.

I remember Rosie's smiles and her sweet laugh.

I remember Dad telling me not to worry.

I remember every time she cried.

Everytime I held her hand.

I will find her.

I can't let Janice hurt her.

Three days.

I'll find her.

They SCREAM not to worry and they SCREAM AND SCREAM about Rosie and Mom.

LUCILLE and CASSANDRA and CAROL and ROSEMARY.

10 years?.