Rosemary

by Tamara Anna Pawlak
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy/Unsplash

Rosemary

It’s just Rosemary, the name my mother gave me. I’ve seen her photographs—a pretty young woman with dark brown, wispy hair—just like mine. All that’s left are photographs. There’ll never be anything more. My mother died before I was born. ..

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