It appears that she has never had the time to think of her family as she did in those moments, she was literally crying and did not bother to respond to whoever was knocking until the door swung open. She turned to see who it was,
"Hello, are you alright?" The whistling voice of a little girl echoed in her way in.
"Who are you, go away?" Sarah asked with a whimpering tone.
"I am Frida. My dad said I should come up here, to your room, and call you to join us at the dining table." the little girl about her age declared and walked in to meet her.
"I'm not hungry, Frida." Sarah muttered and embraced her pillow tightly, bowing her head and sniffling to find a way to stop herself from tearing.
