Teto was in her apartment, cooking dinner while holding her 5 year old girl, Nana.

Exhausted, Teto covers the pot with a lid and leans against the kitchen counter. She held Nana closer and nuzzled her face into her kid's hair. She was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Teto walks over and opens it, her tired face lighting up. "You're here." She smiles.