we had a dream. that we always would be best friends. when we were born, for some it was the end. now, it seems there might not be a tomorrow. but despite the horror and the sorrow, i love our world. i want us all to live

now rosa. you've asked me to forgive. One day, if mom survives this bitter night. then we shall meet again. and i'll say: i loved you rosa. don't you see? but we are different. you dream of everlasting love. not me. because what really matters. is to live. and if we do. there will be nothing to forgive. but i'll forgive you anyway.

                                   - the last poem; ginger and rosa