I walk into a room, there is this beautiful red dress. I walk up to it and feel the fabric.
“Why, don’t just stand there Roshelle, try it on.” said, who i’m guessing is Amanda.
“You’ll find it fits perfectly.” she went on.
“I don’t want stuff like this.” I said, irritated that she even thought I would put that on.
“As a style choice or because you aren't used to it.”
“Because its ugly.”
“And you are beautiful. Michael was right about that much.” Amanda said walking past me, with her heels clicking on the ground as she past me.
“So what? You're the one whos supposed to teach me how to walk and talk and chew with my mouth closed?”
“My name is Amanda, and I am going to show you how to embrace your beauty. Then use it to your advantage. It begins right here in this chair.” she directed her hand to a chair in front of a mirror.
“I’m not smearing that crap on my face.” I turned to walk out.
“Its not like it the first time you reinvented yourself Roshelle.” I stopped mid-stride, “I am very impressed with you're accent, вродлива легковажна жінка.” I turned.
“Що ж метеликом на спині означають, якщо не перетворення,” she said, translating to, “What does the butterfly on your back mean if not transformation?”
“How?” I said stunned.
“Well, based on your age now and taking in an account on five years it would take to lose your accent, it wasn’t hard answer the question. What kind of fourteen year old, Ukrainian girl purchases a forged identity. Someone who was brought her against her will. On a boat, with many other girls just like her.”
“Not like me. I escaped.”
“Your cators yes, but not the drugs you were hooked on. You're a survivor Roshelle, you made it through hell. You'll make it through this. All i’m here to show you is you don’t have to be hard in order to survive. Sometimes Vulnerability can be our greatest weapon.”
