Chet DeLeo

A Letter And Rose

Hello… My name is Rose. I don’t know if anyone will ever find this, I hope someone does. I probably shouldn’t be writing this letter. I don’t have much time left, but people need to know everything that went on here. If you do find this, that means everything is okay again. I wish I could see what this place would look like if it was all different. I’ve never known anything other than this. I’m sorry... I’m starting to cry. I’m just so afraid. No, I have to be strong. My mother once said to me “The true beauty of a rose is not in its appearance, but its strength. In order for a rose to bloom, it must first have the will to grow. To grow, a rose must survive all of the seasons and stand tall during the worst of the storms.” or something like that. She taught me that what we look like is merely the book cover to the story of who we are and how we got here. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess I just imagine a little girl like me finding this letter. I’m sure if you’ll even get this letter, but if you’re reading this, I could sure use a friend now that my mom and dad are gone. Best Friends Forever?