*Rose*

I wash my hands by the sink and take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror overhead. My focus is brought to my nose. Was my nose really going to grow bigger? Is it already bigger? I turn slightly to see if I can spot the difference. I can’t tell at all, and it’s making me frustrated.

“Good morning, Pinnochio-Rose,” I say to the empty bathroom. I always thought Pinnochio’s nose only grew when he lied. Mine was apparently growing because of my pregnancy. ...