77 Godiva Street; Saturday Morning [01/23].

[died8yearsago]

What a glorious morning it was! And Rosa was in a beaming, glowing, gorgeous mood to go with it. There was a spring in her step, a smile on her face, and a song in her heart, because how could there not be? Who needed to long for happily ever after when happily ever after was clearly right there in front of you?

And that song in her heart translated into the song filling the kitchen, as Rosa, dressed in a pink as cheerful and bright as she was, set to not only making breakfast, but also singing the Breakfast Song, which everyone knew made everything taste better, a song that narrated exactly what she was doing it as she did it and how wonderful it all was.

And her dearest friend Anna, who had been her faithful companion since she was just a small girl, was joining in on the song as well.

To Rosa, there was no voice sweeter than her dear Anna's, and that their voices were in perfect harmony. But to probably anyone else with ears, it was probably just howling noise.

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[what_the_shock]

It was a good thing Miguel had to be up for work, so this was the song that greeted him when he got out of the shower, instead of waking him up.

He all but tiptoed into the kitchen, afraid of what he might find.

He watched for a moment.

Then he came to the only possible conclusion.

"Who are you, and what have you done to Rosa?"