Petunia Esperanza Martinez was named after the flowers that her mother received after every singing performance she did in her home country. It was from the same man every single occasion. He, with his magical words wooed Rosa into a bright bloom of a rose and soon he impregnated her but by that time he'd poofed out of her life and she had stubbornly decided to immigrate to America, the land of dreams. Rosa had this dream of making it in this new, shiny country but she never did, her sweet angelic singing voice was not taken into consideration and so she took odd jobs here and there to make ends meet.

Not once did Petunia ask about her father (or if she even had one!) and his whereabouts but if she did Rosa had a vague idea. It was rumored in her village that he'd also had come to this country but was now established in Chicago, they could start from there if it came to it.

Rosa Martinez was a thin woman with dark smooth skin, wide eyes and a voice that she was graced with at a tender age. Before she acquired the singing gig, she had worked in the fields picking ripe potatoes and carrying heavy sacks on her aching back, her fingers were accustomed to being bloodied from all the crumbly earth and ragged textures she touched. The only thing that pushed her during those sweltering days was her humming and before she knew it, the day was over and she could go home to prepare dinner and then heat up gallons water which she had to vigorously pump from the ground for everyone's bath and then finally little sleep. Only to have to wake up at the crack of dawn and start the process all over again.

Now working at a grocery store, stocking canned items and cleaning up isles, she was at ease, letting her dream of becoming a singer float into the wind. She had a daughter to take care of and protect and she would do so even if she'd be hated by Petunia herself.