Rosella's Tapestry
It was an unusually sunny day that greeted Rosella upon waking. Brooklyn had been submerged in rain the past two weeks and it was a relief to be able to look out her window without a curtain of gray. Home on summer break from her studies as a botany major, Rosella was still grappling with the death of her father, Alvaro, who died a few weeks ago in a car accident. It was hard. They’d always been close and really only had each other; her mom died when she was too young to remember and her father was an orphan.
