In the morning I went banging on Rosie's door. No one answered, but the handle was unlocked. I creeped my way in and the house looked like someone broke in. Clothes everywhere, lap tops left behind but were broken. I ran home and asked my parnets, being as clueless as I was my mom suggested they could be under government protective.
Fast forward it's 15 years later, I am 30.
I went to Walmart and I seen her! I just knew it was her! I walked up and said "Rosie? It's me Jen." She looked like she seen a ghost and started to deny her name. I couldn't understand why..then it clicked what my mom said many years ago. I just let it go as she grabbed her child sat her basket down and walked right out the store.
I have never been so confused