Gypsy RoseThe Roslynn Malory Legacy
Moving from town to town was all that Roslynn knew; her family traveled in a band of modern day gypsies. They worked hard to earn enough for shelter and food, but weren’t able to give much more. Still Roslynn loved her childhood. She always had little kids to play with and adored hearing the stories her parents shared with her. The tales they wove about her ancestors left her wanting to travel back in time and meet them herself. She longed to find the romance and companionship that her great, great, great, great grandparents once had. Every story she heard made her feel more connected to the past, but she began to long for the consistency of a permanent home and friends. In her heart she knew her parents would never give up the gypsy lifestyle, but one day she would be out on her own and able to make her own way in life.
Staring out the cab window, Roslynn sighed softly to herself. She’d never been away from the warmth of the gypsy camp and began to regret her decision to leave. Since the death of her parents three months ago, Roslynn had been toying with the decision to strike out on her own. Once the benefit money from her families’ insurance policy was deposited into her bank account, she left to make her own home. Roslynn wanted a real house, one without wheels and she wanted to build a strong family. That’s all she had ever wanted.
Now looking at the open land spread out before her, she doubted if she could really make all her dreams come true. There was much do and she had so little money left.
“I knew this wasn’t going to be easy,” Roslynn whispered to herself, “but I owe it to my family and myself to try.”
