Two weeks passed by swiftly and Izabelle already moved to a comfortable condo with her daughter and had recently finished the project for her studio. It was a replica of her previous studio. Big and classic and she was sure that soon, she would have a hall of celebrities and children from the elite society coming in. They were already booked but due to her busy schedule this week, she had postponed her work. Coming out of the new studio, Izabelle entered her car and drove towards little Rosie’s new school. Yep. Little Rosie now attended a new school in the city and she seems to kind of like her new school. She always talked about her new friends and how beautiful they were. She also mentioned that the teachers were nice to her. Her school was just a few miles away from the studio and one of the best in the city. Well, Grandfather Rossador had insisted that his great-granddaughter attend the best school in the city and not any low-grade school. She was a Rossador and must be treated

In the ambulance was her little daughter lying on a stretcher and the nurses placing oxygen on her to help her breathe. Before the ambulance door closed, she held it and rushed in followed by the teacher. “Rosie? Sie Sie, mummy is here, say something,” her hands moved to Rosie’s shoulder and she shook her as the ambulance started moving. Little Rosie lay on a stretcher without moving or saying a word. Her eyes were closed and her mother’s cries did nothing to help her. Izabelle’s tears flowed and she abruptly turned to the teacher who was sitting together with the nurses at the side. “Ho..how? What happened?” She yelled. “I don't know. S…she was just right beside me one moment and in the next, she was gone. When we f..found her, she was in the garden unconscious and there was smoke there. I don't know how it happened really, I'm sorry.”Izabelle’s tears dropped the more the teacher talked and she slumped on the chair beside the stretcher and covered her face with her palms. Her w

“Rosie, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Izabelle panicked as she dropped the bowl of pap on the bedside table and used her cloth to clean Rosie’s teary eyes. She feared that Rosie would stress her heart again and something bad might happen. “Baby, please stop crying, hmm? You heard what the doctor said.”She patted her back and cleaned her tears until Rosie calmed down and stopped crying. What was making her cry now? Was it the fact that she was in the hospital for the umpteenth time this year or she just felt emotional? What was making her baby cry again? Why must she have to suffer like this? She was so little but has been to the hospital at least twice to five times every month. Why exactly must it be like this, huh? Rosie has been suffering for long enough. When was her suffering going to end? She rather that she suffer instead of her daughter who spends her days in the hospital instead of having fun and living a free life like other kids. Izabelle’s eyes watered as sh

Click! Click!The clicking sound of a camera reverberated in Izabelle’s studio as she directed her client on how to post. She had rushed here early this morning after kissing Rosie goodbye and thanking Ruby for being of help for the past two days that she has been coming here to attend to her clients. The studio was filled with more than fifteen celebrities and people from elite societies waiting for their snaps to be taken in all sorts of manners. “This is so fine. Thank goodness I found you,” the girl whose snap was being taken exclaimed after Izabelle showed her the picture that she had snapped. “Can I take more, please? Double payments.”Isabelle nodded in exhaustion as she stepped backward and helped the girl post before taking a few more pictures. “Oh, my goodness. This is beautiful. Thank you so much. I'm going to tell all my friends about you.” Because of the lady’s excitement, the other girl waiting for their photos to be taken rushed to them to see the picture and they g

He stopped rooted on the spot at the voice of the little child. Before he could turn and confirm the voice, he felt tiny hands wrap around his legs and called again. “Handsome Daddy? Did you come to see little Rosie?” He turned to face the little girl and bent to pat her hair as he smiled naturally. How can this little girl lift his angry mood by just calling him that?“How are you, little girl? What are you doing in the hospital?”He carried her to sit on a white round block bench that stood confidently in the middle of the hospital and the middle were pretty flowers. He sat next to her while staring at her cute little face and waiting for his answer. “Rosie came to get treatment,” she stretched her head until it was almost the same height as his ears and whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. I ran away from Aunt Ruby while she was making a call. She wants me to have a nap until mommy returns.”Marcel chuckled at the child’s words. “You shouldn’t have. What if you fell into danger?”“But