Rosa was born into a world of opulence. A large palatial home filled with brightly lit chandeliers gifted by her Aunt in Luxembourg and numerous apple orchards that seemed to stretch to the ends of the Earth. Her very early thoughts were about dolls and ponies, like any other girl. She obsessed about chocolates and dreamt about knights on horses.
When she was twelve, her father died of a sudden accident. Ostensibly an accident, she later learnt. Her mother fell into an irrecoverable spiral of guilt and unhappiness. Within days, the ubiquitous familial vultures swooped down to peck away at the hapless mother and daughter. Within weeks, the two were on the streets fending for themselves. Rosa lost her mother to pneumonia that year. She lost her childhood innocence to the big bad world very soon.
It was five years later that Rosa decided to move out of the country. She had saved enough money for an one-way trip to a foreign land. She had also understood the real reason for her father's 'accident'. Avarice had had its inevitable victim. With a little help, of course. They would pay, they who were responsible - so sayeth the Book of Rage.
That was the reason she decided to go to the land of the golden fields of barley and corn. She left that day with no luggage but for the clothes on her body and the black ribbon tied around her waist. She looked odd. She wanted to look odd.
She smiled softly as she recovered from her brief oneirism. "I've come here for a job", she announced to the curious family. She stopped, turned her head towards the grandmother who was staring at her intently and continued with a wry grin, "any job that you can give me. But in return I ask you a favour. Teach me the ways of your people". She loosened her black ribbon and gave it to the father.
The father and the grandmother were taken aback. Time truly does come full cirlce.
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