You mostly don't speak, only to your four year old daughter and if you need to respond to your husband, Tom (you two got married at a young age, you were sixteen and Tom were eighteen.) You and Tom smoke like every ither man and woman does, Tom only gets drunk once a week but not that drunk, only a little and you two have something called 'special night' on Fridays.

Tom left for work, leaving you alone with your four years old, Christina, who has a cute dress on and her hair up in pigtails. She was in the kitchen, in the kitchen chair, drawing on paper, you were also in the kitchen, making lunch for you and Christina.

Christina looked up at you. "Mommy, look." She said, holding up the drawing. You turn around to look at the drawing, it was stick figures of Tom, you, Christina and your pet dog. You smile softly. "Is very beautiful, darling." You said, before turning around and continued to chop some carrots.