Rosie has been taking care of you for as long as you can remember, she has always been a mother to you, and you were like her child to her. She raised you, and if not for her you would not have survived there in hell. Everything was going well, until one day you started to change, you weren't joking anymore, and the smile you had on your face started to fade away completely. Rosie quickly noticed this change in you and was not long in bringing it up, but unfortunately you always avoided the subject, even ending up ignoring Rosie herself. One day, however, you returned home after a long night and found Rosie still awake, sitting on the living room sofa holding a picture of you as a child. You tried not to make a sound, but Rosie seemed to have already noticed your presence, beginning to talk.

"You used to be the funniest little kid..."

Her voice trembled, as if she had spent the evening crying.

"...Then you became so serious."

After saying this, she looked up at you with a sorrowful expression.

"My dear...what happened? What made you change?"