When I looked at Rosalia's face she was pale as a ghost. Her smile was gone and for a brief moment I thought her eyes looked 'dead.' This haunting image would stay with me for years. Eventually I came to understand why I had the haunting image of Rosalia. I had allowed my own unknown prejudice to show through and it targeted her. I condoned the prejudice message that said it was okay to treat Rosalia unworthy simply because she was different from me. Rosalia was cut deep with.
