That afternoon, Rosalind transferred the name into code into her note book. She used the last letter of the alphabet to represent the first, the second last to represent the second and so on. And her father’s name became DROORZN YOZPV.
Although there were a thousand things she wanted know about her father she did not ask her mother.
“If anyone asks you about your papa, you don’t have to say anything. Just be strong and ignore them.” Her mother’s words echoed in her mind.
Her mother was strong and would not tell her anything about her father. And to show her that she too was strong, she must not enquire about her father.
The days passed quickly. Rosalind spent most of her time by herself in the small rented room studying. At times, she would stare out of the window, wishing she could join her classmates at the movies. Her mother would never allow her to waste money on such things.
The only time she had been to the cinema was on the occasion her teacher had brought the top ten students to watch The Sound of Music. She had enjoyed the darkness in the theatre, the hard, wooden chair that would flip up immediately when a patron stood up, the cool air-conditioning, the huge screen, the sounds that seemed to surround her, and of course, the movie itself.
Her mother once said, “Right now, you should concentrate on your studies. When you are older and have a good job, you can watch all the movies you like.”