Promise of a better world

Grace field

Note: oh yeah! Here's the link for the playlist I made:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3yUwjhSTU4nEUrigSFEOnB?si=CL3SLv4cQZe9ofgN7G5McQ&pi=u-XWrpTliPS_-f

Oh and I'll be changing the cover for this story once I have a better one😅

Note (from ao3): Im so happy to be able to share my TPN OCS story!

Rosemary is my baby girl, I love her so much and I hope you'll like her just as much as me ^^

So, without further ado, here's her story

Enjoy!
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Rosemary was the fourth child that arrived at Grace field in 2035.

81194, born on January 15th, 2034.

22194, born on March 21th, 2034.

63194, born on August 22nd, 2034.

And 52194, born on April 15th, 2034.

She was smaller than the others. Even smaller than the white-haired boy. Isabella, the mother of the house, kept a close eye on those two.

Rosemary had really light red-brown hair. One of her eyes, her right one, was dark brown, almost black, and the other one, the left one, was a very light purple. The older kids were all in awe of them. Her skin was a bit tan and she had lighter spots here and there on it. It wasn't much visible inside, but once she was outside, the difference was more visible.

Isabella quickly noticed how the four babies were close to each other. Those four would be friends forever, that's for sure.

The woman could observe it as they grew up.

Ray, Norman, Emma and Rosemary were inseparable. Wherever one was going, the others were following. Ray would get mad at them when he'd notice them following him, but he would always end up accepting his fate of being followed when the three would be on the verge of tears.

She also quickly learned that she should not separate Emma and Norman from each other. There was a time when she had taken Norman to go bath him and Emma had just started crying and wouldn't stop. The older kids had tried everything to calm her down but nothing worked.

The moment Isabella had put Norman back to the little girl's side, she had stopped crying. She also noticed how Rosemary would hug Emma whenever the ginger-haired would be crying.

Isabella knew those four would be inseparable.

;——;

When the four were three years old, Isabella learned something about the little girl.

Rosemary was playing tag with her siblings when she suddenly tripped and hurt herself. The little girl had gone to see Isabella who was hanging clothes. Isabella let what she was doing aside and crouched to be closer to the little girl.

« Rosemary, sweetie, what's wrong? »

« I- I hurt my knee. It h-hurt- »

The little girl started crying. Isabella took her in her arms, comforting her. After asking her oldest children to come continue to hang the clothes, she went inside to the infirmary.

She sat the little girl on one of the beds and went to find the medical stuff. She started taking care of Rose's injured knee.

« Mom? »

« Yes, darling? »

« Why can't I see anything when I close my right eye? »

Isabella raised her head to look at the little girl.