The soft sound of pages being turned and the woman's low humming as she read were the only sounds in the silent house. The neighborhood was quiet, which brought a monotonous feeling to the residents' daily lives. Florence read each word carefully, memorizing and learning new spells, too busy to look away when she heard the front door open and her daughter enter the house.

"Hi darling. How was your day at school?" Florence asks her daughter in a soft voice, without looking away from the book in front of her. Focused on every word but with her maternal side being present even in the distracted moment