Chapter 51 A New Friend

• *Rose*
• I wash my hands by the sink and take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror overhead. My focus is brought to my nose. Was my nose really going to grow bigger? Is it already bigger? I turn slightly to see if I can spot the difference. I can’t tell at all, and it’s making me frustrated.
• “Good morning, Pinnochio-Rose,” I say to the empty bathroom. I always thought Pinnochio’s nose only grew when he lied. Mine was apparently growing because of my pregnancy. Why? Was it because my babies would be little liars? Maybe because I was crying a bit much for nothing in particular?