Angelica wasn't sure why she was crying. It had been a long day and the night before had been even longer. A part of her was worried. Worried about her home and her things getting thrown or destroyed. All the things from her childhood but most importantly, the memories from her mother. It was the only thing she had left of her. Another part of her was worried about the man holding her in his arms. Every time he moved or when he told her he had to leave and also while he was gone, she was afraid that he wouldn't come back. She was afraid of being left alone.