29th November 1957
We have taken a giant leap with the investigation about my mother. I only just remembered that the day she disappeared I lost my doll that I got from Santa the day before, her name was Rosie.
I sometimes wonder if my mother took Rosie with her or if I just lost her.
The police have been really hard on me. They have been interrogating me every chance they get and it scares me.
But the thing that scares me the most is the dream I had last night...
FLASHBACK-
26th December 1951
My father woke me up at 5am! He was worried.. I could see it in his eyes, I knew something was wrong. He said that he hadn't seen mother all morning.(My father gets up at 1am to do his work online.) He suddenly ran into my brother Patrick's room to wake him up. Patrick looked as if he was having a heart attack, when my father told him about mother.
2 minutes later my father said "Ok kids take your blankets and get in the car! We are going to look for your mother!!"
I ran into my room and grabbed my purple blanket with butterflies on it and started to search for my doll. Rosie. I couldn't find her but before I could think I heard my dad call me "Tara hurry up and get in the car!" I said "Ok I'm coming" and forgot about Rosie.
YOU ARE READING
Rosie.
RandomTara is a 12 year old girl who is obsessed with dolls. On Christmas in 1951 she got a doll from Santa that she named Rosie. The next day her mother went messing and so did the doll... This is a short story so that's why the chapters aren't very long.
