Rosita is not a woman that others could easily point to and say she needs approval; she doesn't. If she believes something is the right thing to do, she'll do it alone if she has to, even though she doesn't want things to be that way.

But it's nice. It makes her smile now, not the wide, delighted one when they're messing around or the thin, dry one reserved for sarcasm and strangers. Something softer, something only for those closest to her.

"I'm still just making it up as I go, and I don't know where we'll end up. It's not just up to me." And there are parts that are still hard if she lets herself think about it, but there's a lot that's been easier lately, too.