Rose and Oliver

Rose is a little bit of a mixture between myself and my sister.
She's quirky and warm-hearted, yet not afraid to be a badass or hardass when need be.
She looks like a blend, if you blended my sister and I into one physical body.
She loves to cook and get her hands dirty in the garden.
(Hopefully this will never be true) However, Rose is unable to carry children to term after she had her daughter, so she decides to adopt in order to have a second child.
This is where Oliver comes into play. Oliver is seven and a painter, and even though he wasn't born into the family, he was meant to be there. The mystery of the contents in the desk drawer
Oswald, Odin, Owen, and now him, coincidentally have an O in his name, too.

The power of creativity runs strong within Rose's family. She doesn't paint, but she does draw, and sometimes when she's tired enough, she'll think she sees her little scribbles wriggle around on her paper. This power is usually stronger in the males of the family..though there is hope for Amelia, Rose's daughter. Mike, Rose's husband, was the silent reading type that enjoyed math and philosophy, but he snagged Rose by using poetry to claim her heart; that and many, many roses.








Gosh I'm excited!
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