hum

My mother named me Rosalyn. Growing up, she had always told me it was a strong name, but that it was also delicate enough for someone like me; However, I found comfort in the middle name that my father had given me: Beau. Together, I was Rosalyn Beau Crawford.
I had always loved my name, with all of its elegance and just a hint of strange, until it was spewing from his mouth as his fist hit my face.