The scarce amount of light fell through the small window which was next to the bed as the maids cleaned the room which was once occupied by the late housekeeper of the Carmichael mansion. Some of the things were thrown from the room, some kept to accommodate the future servant who would join to work for the family. Carrying the new sheet in her hand which was washed two days ago Vivian began spreading over the wooden cot. Once done the maids left the room and so did Vivian but not before giving a glance over the room.
She could see the younger her crying in front of the housekeeper who was sitting on the bed.
"What's the matter, dear?" Martha asked the little girl who cried, hiccuping as tears fell down her cheeks, "I won't know if you don't tell it out loud. Why are you crying?" the woman asked patiently to receive no response from the girl.
"Papa and m-mama hate me," hearing this, the middle-aged woman frowned.
"Who told you that?"
