Hello! I’m Marisa. I’d like to share a story with you about
how I found my best friend somewhere and in someone that I never even expected. My mom had been fighting cancer for a long
time, but unfortunately she didn’t make it. So, since I was 13 it's been just me and my
dad. And the first year without my mom was a real
torture for me. For both of us, I guess. Because of my grief, I became a real monster
at home, and the weirdest lunatic at school. Only now can I see those days for what they
really were, but back then I thought I was OK. For example, I remember one day when we had
to talk about the most memorable journey we'd ever had in front of the whole class. Everybody was like, “We’ve been here and
there with our parents,” and so on, but for me it was the second month without my
mom. And when my turn came to speak up, I suddenly
said that my most memorable journey was to the cemetery. Everybody got silent. The teacher took me to the principal and they
tried to get me to work with the school psychologist. I had also managed to ruin my friendships. I was envious of everybody else who still
had their mom alive. So one day when my friends tried to entertain
me with another movie and pizza night and they were, like, chatting the whole time about
trivial stuff, I just yelled at them and told them the only way they could understand me
is to lose someone close to them. There was a moment, though, that changed everything. When I went back home from school, wearing
black, as always, for a second I felt this feeling of warmth inside me, because I smelled
my mom's famous meatloaf. But when I saw an unknown woman in the kitchen
cooking my mom’s dish, and my smiling dad nicely, talking to her, the pleasant feeling
inside me turned into a flame of anger. Dad said this woman – Rosie, was our new
housekeeper. I went to my room without saying a word. How dare she cook according to my mom’s
recipes? How dare he hire a woman and let her do the
things my mom used to do? I hated both of them. And I didn't have a single soul to talk to
about all of that. Having nothing else to do, I just switched
on my laptop and wrote down everything that I felt inside me. And, you know, writing things down sort of
made me feel different. Ever since that night, I began to create my
own personal blog-page. There were even some people who had started
commenting on my posts and writing things back to me. There was another girl who had also lost her
mom, and she seemed to feel exactly what I felt and we kind of became friends. And our new houskeeper – Rosie, so badly
wanted to get to know me, you know. She always asked me about how my day was and
what I would like to have for dinner and so on, and that drove me nuts. I think she wanted to become friends with
me but, you know, I wasn't interested and she was far from the top of the list of people
I liked at that time. She was too smiley, I thought, taking into
consideration the fact that she was working for a sort of damaged family. Even though my Internet-friend – her name
was Claire, by the way, said that Rosie might just be trying to make our life easier, I
still thought she was way too involved, you know, for just being a housekeeper. I remember that one day in particular that
she really made me angry. She’d decided that I would look really pretty
in pink and gave me an awful t-shirt. At first I tried to be polite and said that
I really appreciated her gift. But then she insisted on me trying it on. I didn’t want to look like a piglet and
I totally knew I would never wear it, so I refused to try it on. She kept saying how good I would look in it
and even dad heard this and supported her. This made me so mad. I yelled at both of them saying I hated the
color and I ripped the t-shirt to pieces right there, in front of Rosie and dad. This sort of offended Rosie and she had even
cried a little bit. Since then we barely had any conversation
at all. Then after a couple months, I still wasn't
really talking to Rosie or my dad, when they announced that they had fallen in love with
each other and that Rosie was going to live with us. It probably goes without saying that I was
devastated when I heard this. I shouted at them that I hated Rosie and she
would never replace my mom, saying that I hated when she cooked my mom’s recipes and
that my father was no longer a father to me. I locked myself up in my room for almost two
days and Claire was the only person I could talk to, or rather, write to. I wished that she were next to me, but she
lived far away. She promised that we’d see each other soon
and this was the only good and inspiring news I had heard. There is one more thing that you should know
about Rosie. One day I needed to get a book from my dad
and Rosie’s room and when I was in there, I noticed that my blog page was open on Rosie's
laptop. It suddenly sort of dawned on me. I rushed to Rosie and asked her directly whether
she knew something about my blog. She sighed and confessed that she was actually
the girl that was talking to me the whole time. She said she never lied to me there, in our
correspondence. She just wanted to support me and found my
blog and decided it was the only way that she could do that. Shocking information, right? Well, for me it really was. I felt like my life had been ruined once again,
since now I'd even lost my internet-pal. I just couldn’t believe this all was happening
to me. I rushed to my room and so badly wanted to
complain to someone, to tell anyone what had happened, but, you know, there I was, left
all alone again, with no one to talk to. Soon after that dad knocked on my door. I said I didn’t want to talk, but down deep
inside I missed him and wanted him to be there for me. So we had a talk, but it didn't start with
Rosie, it started with my mom. I suddenly understood that dad also loved
her and missed her, and he didn’t want to betray her memories, but instead just wanted
both of us to move on. And then, he got up to leave my room and he
said that if I can’t stand Rosie that much, he won’t get married, because I will always
will be the dearest person to him. Since then I’ve been thinking about this
situation over and over again, and have come to the conclusion that we need to discuss
everything. I still blamed Rosie for what she had done,
but I wanted my dad to be happy. And since we were going to become a family,
I had to figure out a way to forgive her. Do you have any thoughts of what I should
do with all this stuff? Feel free to show it by clicking on the “like”
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