The Herrera mansion is truly a blissful place. Sure, the sunshine might be interspersed with a few mild rain spells, but the air is lighter, the streets are warmer, and the trees and flowers are smiling after what feels like endless cold grey days.
The Herrera little family spends their time enjoying the evening in their garden after supper. Alliyah is already three years old. She is so engrossed in playing with her dad and mom and also with Basti, their dog. Sometimes she plays with her cousins and their gardener.
"Look, dad! There's a snail!" The little girl squeals, calling for her dad, who is trying to ponytail her hair. "Oh, no! The snail's shell fell off! Daddy! It doesn't have a house anymore!"
"That's a slug, sweetie. They don't have shells."
"No, dad, the slug lost its shell! Oh, poor little slug! Go and find your shell!"
