Father
Rose felt a sudden thrill welling up in her heart. A glimmer of hope that will change her life forever began to start. The question that had always bothered her since she was a child. Something that was not solved until the last breath in her previous life. Now, it will unfold before her eyes. Her father's identity.
She saw her mother walking around the bedroom. Somehow she felt like deja vu when she saw her mother pacing like someone she really knew, herself. Rose bitterly smiled when she remembered this is what she usually did if there was something to worry about, walking back and forth like her feet can't stop moving.
"Mom! I beg you to stop doing that? Sit down and talk to me, okay!? Why are you suddenly asking me to come home? And why do you seem so scared to talk to me?"