❝ I live somewhere between hope and
fear. Hope that it will be different this
time, and fear that it will be all the
same. ❞
in which charles xavier and erik lensherr recruit a girl who defies gravity into the x-men.
ACHIEVE...
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IT WAS A QUIET MORNING, Rosie had woken up first because she knew her parents had somewhere to go that day. She took the liberty of making them breakfast. She wasn't one to cook, but the least she could do was make bread and crack an egg. Usually, she doesn't make them breakfast but it seems like they were going to go on a long trip, so she felt like she should. It was a few minutes until her time was up, her parents always do a routine everyday and by that, she memorized it.
"What's this?" Her mother asked her in amusement after stepping into the kitchen with her father, both were already fully dressed.
"Oh, it's just something I cooked up . . ." Rosie smiled, "figured you could use a . . . few slices of bread and some . . . eggs." She looked at them, forcing an awkward smile on her face.
"That's nice, sweetheart. Thank you," her father kissed her forehead while on his way to grab a plate and fork.
They all sat down, eating the breakfast she had prepared for them. "So . . . Where are you going this time?" Asked Rosie, slightly less amused.
"Well, I have to go abroad, but your father will get home sooner than I will," her mother reassured.
"Exactly, how long?"
"No less than a month."
"A month?" Rosie was quite shocked. Sure, they've been on longer, but this just means they're going to get busier. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. If it was up to me, I wouldn't have gone." Her mother said. She nodded in response.
"Just kinda wish I wasn't alone, you know? Maybe you could have had another child or something."
"You're not alone, you've got plenty of people here." Her father referred to the housekeepers after an odd couple of seconds. They had two more housekeepers in their separate house, and every time they meet any one of them, they never fail to greet and thank them.
"Ones who don't get too busy." She gave him a small smile. But he didn't give an answer and continued eating.
"Don't worry, Rosie. We'll be back soon." Her mother said in a soft tone that always calms her down. "You better be." She said.
"Can I ask where you're going?" She said to her father. Since he worked for the government, anywhere he goes for work purposes becomes classified — which leaves Rosie feeling conflicted, unsure if she should be worried, or if she should trust him since she has never trusted the government.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart—"
"Never mind, I know." She cut off, it was only morning and it felt like everything wasn't going to go the right way. Soon they all finished their meals and stacked their plates up beside the sink. Judging by the looks on their faces, Rosie knew they had to go. So she walked to the front door with them.
