Rebecca is lying on her couch, covered in blankets, trying to warm her worn body. She is 35, but looks
like 60 or more, having gone through so much in her life. The asshole she married at a young age,
whom she trusted so much at the extent of transferring her bank accounts to his name, was the
beginning of her hell. Soon after the wedding, as soon as that ass got legally his hands on the
fortune she had inherited from her parents, he took everything, divorced her and left her all alone,
here, at Hollywood, the place she had dreamt of living a happy life next to the man she loved, the
man who was proven so unworthy of all that love and trust. She never heard from him again. He
did not even care about the baby Rebecca had in her womb back then.
It was because of that baby, now named Rosa, that Rebecca did not lose it. She somehow went on
peniless and survived in the expensive neighbourhoods of Hollywood, doing thousands of harsh
jobs to survive (ex. waitress, cleaner, she even tried prostitution for a while; she's not proud of that,
but she had a kid to feed as well). And it was worth it. Every time she looks at her daughter's brown
eyes, she feels everything was worth it.
Rosa has grown up into a wonderful maid. She never complained about the hardships of their life.
She never got jealous of the well off residents of Hollywood. She never cursed God for having
asthma since birth; on the contrary, she always thanks God in her prayers. She's an excellent student
and she always helped her mom with the house chores as much as she could. Yes, that red head kid is
a real blessing from Lord!
Lately, because Rebecca broke a leg, Rosa has started working as well, to support her mommy. Poor
girl, she spends half of her day at school and the other half day at some cafeteria, being psychologically
trampled by rude forepersons and drowned in cigarette smokes, which worsens her asthma. No time for
herself, no luxury to be a kid, a teenager, to have fun, to flirt, to dream, like the other teens at Hollywood,
the city of dreams and chances; unfortunately, those chances are for other people, not for Rebecca and
Rosa.
The phone rings. Rebecca manages to stand up. Barely. She walks to the device. It's from some hospital.
-''NOOOOOOOO'' the miserable woman screams seconds later.
Her daughter, her beloved Rosa, the whole meaning of her existence, is dead. It seems the sweet red
head took the wrong bus and got lost. To make matters worse, it started pouring. The sudden weather
change gave Rosa an asthma attack that turned out to be fatal. According to the delirium the doctors
heard from her when she was taken to the hospital, a few moments before her final breath, it seems
she knocked the door of a luxurious house and asked for the help of two brunette girls. Then, those
insensitive creatures, mumbled to Rosa something about tricks and boys an slammed the door in the
sick girl's face! Yes, there are teens like that! That's what the world out there is like.
Rebecca is watching her daughter's funeral. No one else is there but the priests. Now the woman is
left all alone in this world. How is she supposed to make ends meet with a broken leg and without
anyone's assistance? Who cares? A world without Rosa is not a world living into.
But what gives the woman's heart even more bitterness was those two girls' insensitivity. Obviously
some of the uncountable, spoiled kids in Hollywood, who had an easy life, who never had to worry
about anything, whose only problem is how to become actresses and satisfy their stupid vanity.
Those two girls she never met and she will never meet are the persons she hates more than anything
else in this world.