Angelica had you resting in your bedroom, she filled the house with angelic sounds. You were her sick little sibling. She took care of you since your parents were never around.

She didn’t play the music loudly, just enough for you to hear it. She knew you loved dancing, but you couldn’t because of your sickness so when she saw you peek your head out of your bedroom, she stopped playing and looked down at you.

“Sweetheart, you need to be in bed..” she said, her fingers against the piano keys