and a 3-year-old kid who seemed unaware of what was happening.
"May I come in?" I showed her my badge indicating that I was with the police.
She nodded and let me in and what I found inside was stunning.
A lot of very important-looking wares and books were neatly stacked around the room with golden yellow as their color of choice for almost every piece of furniture.
"How may I help you?" the mother asked, knocking me out of my daze.
"uh yeah-"
"You might want to sit down for this one," I told her, grabbing a seat of my own.
The mother also sat down and looked at me nervously.
"so... about your daughter-" I started
"Yes??" the mother was suddenly very attentive.
"She...died yesterday" I braced for the mother to be broken down in tears and as I expected she did just that.
Tears formed in her eyes and she could believe what she was hearing.
