There are some things that Rosa just knows. She knows that she can't wait to meet her new baby cousin, due to be born at any minute right upstairs. She knows that she will grow up and move away and maybe go to college, and perhaps even become the president of the United States. And she knows that the chair--that wonderful, beautiful, beloved chair, the chair for her mother--will always be there.
Just the way it is. Covered in velvet with roses all over it, ready for who-knows-what new adventure . . .