A few years ago:
The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn and a small lamp alight not far from the nine years old Sierra. The room was always a living room and the little girl was laying down on the sofa waiting for a bedtime story. Before being a living room, the space was decorated with beautiful objects and had a glorious bed for a little girl. However, time passed and the setting changed. Then it changed again when the girl reached her fifteen years old.
Her father was sitting with a book in his hand on a chair that he pulled earlier. Her mother was waiting for her husband to come to bed, dressed beautifully yet with a serious look. Now and then, she would glance up at the clock with extreme anxiety. She had just learnt a fiendish truth on her husband.
The girl didn't do anything, she repeated in her mind.
