As Rosy pictures Isabelle lovingly looking up from her cocoa cup, her eyes barely reaching over the top, lovingly glaring at her Pepe, as she now notices the clouds with little, tiny bubbles swirling in her cup , as mamma Rosy always had with dad, Pepe lovingly looks away.
Rosy, feeds the birds, as dad usually did that morning. Nothing could tear the family apart, or the attentions of the thoughts of that lovely morning. The sun seems to rise extra high, as Rosy sits back on a lovely greened-tree of her father's that sits so close to Isabelle's, and crosses her arms. She addresses Isabelle one more time, placing beautiful pink flowers on her grave, vowing the world will know her one day.
She wonders and dreams how it would have been if Isabelle had been able to enter the world.