Roses in December

December 7, 2002 was a muggy day. It hadn’t rained in a while and the sky seemed like it wanted to try. The gray clouds and somber sky had kept the sun hidden all day and even at lunchtime it had not peaked through with light. It was chilly, but not dry and it gave a sense of something eerie. I was 15 years old, sitting at the computer desk in our dining room on the phone with my friend Anna when my aunt and two cousins came through our front door without knocking and my whole world began to change with one look. Continue reading “Roses in December”