Rosie was an odd girl. She cared deeply for things but never really showed it. She thought that it made you weak. In this world being weak isn't a good thing because sooner or later you will be knocked down over and over again. It was once said that if you pretend to be someone you're not then eventually that's who you become. I guess that's what Rosie was trying to do. She was pretending to be the strong person who held everything together because hopefully one day, that's who she would become.
One of the few things that kept Rosie strong throughout the rollercoaster called life was horse riding. She loved feeling the wind hitting the back of her head as she held on tightly to her horse named Hope. Sometimes, Hope was all she needed.
