Maria Torres
Little Rose...
You've grown up so much.
Now look at you, laying in the field of flowers.
I didn't even recognize you...
You always said thank you.
You were a polite kid.
Thank you.
I kept hearing those two words when I saw you.
You were laying there peacefully with blue flowers surrounding you.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I thought I could talk to you again.
Just like the old days.
You were the ghost I saw.
Beginning.
I can't believe I didn't recognize you.
I'm sorry.
You were always trying to protect me.
Warning me.
About the bus.
About the disease.
I never understood at first.
Beginning?
What beginning?
All I did was brush it off.
I should have listened to you.
I'm sorry.
Now it's my turn to say thank you.
Thank you, Little Rose.