*Scratch, scratch* Niomis' pencil runs across a sketch book with light strokes. She looks back up and stares beyond the yard to the rose garden where beautiful white roses grow. Drawing the one thing she wanted so badly but was never given. A slight pain tugging in her heart. But she swallows the emotion and kept drawing the beauty of that rose. Waiting for someone to come along and quentch her thirst for attention that she does not reveal to society. Hopeing for someone to have a heart who won't prove to her that she's invisible.