Her mother's plants were wilting. She had taught Rose how to take care of them, but she never listened. Because her mom would always be there to do it herself.
She made her way to the bathroom, showering for the first time in over a week. She hoped the warm water would wash away the week's sadness, yet it didn't. The depression clung to her skin no matter how hard she scrubbed.
She scrubbed herself numb.