Lissa.
They said I should be the one to try first. Cause I've known her the longest and everything.
Honestly? I think that broke Ms. Hathaway's heart. I mean, she may have given birth to Rose, but I'm the one that's always been there – for every fall, triumph, and broken heart. In a way, I know her better than her own mother. And that's really, really sad.
The worst part is that they were just starting to patch things up, after so many years of barely talking. And Rose had finally met her dad, which was something she dreamed of, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Anyway, I'm here, now, and everybody else is out in the hallway waiting. They'd be crammed into the room if they could, but there are six of us, and I'm pretty sure that'd give poor Rose sensory overload.
God. I never thought I'd say that. Poor Rose.
"No!" She gasps, waking up with a start. "Ah – I – wait a minute. Who are you?"
"Well, good morning to you, too." I say, not as sarcastically as I would've liked. "I'm Lissa."
Rose stares at me blankly. "Okay…"
I sigh, oddly impatient. "Look, who I am doesn't even matter. Can you remember your name?"
She shakes her head.
"Can you try harder?" I prompt.
"I'm trying!" Rose snaps.
And that's when I know it's gonna be a long day.