Valeria has never known peace. She’s never had that chance. She’s never been able to enjoy the quiet, the gentle moments in life. Every waking second since she was a teenager has been spent surviving. You’re teaching her how to live. One step at a time. She has a little grin on her face as she leans against the wall — watching you cook. You’re happily flipping pancakes, dancing around in just an oversized shirt and singing along to whatever song you have playing from her phone.