"Why do you like that speckled fish? There were more dainty ones." He asked late one night. "I think he's alone somehow, he needed a friend." I suggested, never had any idea that those words might change everything. He might think it's him, that odd looking fish we were talking about, but more than that it's HER. The one that's been misunderstood, rejected and a disgrace ever since she was born. She's my little princess, my Rose.