Rosy Lincoln sat at her mother’s side wondering how they would get around after moving. She had realized that her mother sold her car and was not planning to replace it. She had never before taken public transportation and was slightly scared by the prospect. Her mother sat silently, titivating before the day’s work.
“It will be hard to move around. Don’t you think so?” Rosy asked.
“Not for you my dear,” her mother responded, “Your new school is close to our new house.”
“Oh,” she said dejectedly, “New school.”
Her mother glanced at her via the mirror and noticed how nice she looked. Janice Lincoln, mother of Rosy Lincoln, was not bad looking herself but her daughter seemed a better version of her. At ten years old, Rosy was still as chubby as a baby, but her facial features seemed to complement each other more and more each day. Her chunky lips were smooth and the bottom one was slightly pink. Her eyes were oval shaped, tapering sharply at the outer corners. Her hairline was sharp as if it was carved by a barber’s shear, and her hair shone from a healthy diet and the regular application of natural oils. Janice had also taken time every evening to spread mosquito repellent on Rosy’s skin, so her arms and legs were void of the scars usually caused by insect bites.
“You know, Rosy, this move might be good for you,” Ms. Lincoln said, “Maybe you can improve your grades at school.”
Rosy seemed startled. She sat back glanced to her left, as if looking for someone else, and then back at her mother, “My grades?” she asked, “I come first in my class every year,” she said with her arms outstretched to the sides.
Her mother smiled at her, “I know you do honey and I am very proud of you, but coming first is not the same as getting everything right.”
Rosy sat and considered this for a moment, then said, “If I get everything right, will you get a new car?”
“Maybe,” her mother smiled.
She knew Rosy did not understand the pride she felt about owning her own home. Nor the relief she would get since her mortgage payments were lower than her current rent. She would be closer to work as well, which would give her more time for herself and for Rosy, but she knew Rosy did not understand yet.
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