As the darkness of the night had fallen, the only sound was the crackling of the flames. Veronica, who couldn't sleep, was lying on the ground playing with the little ants. You, leaning on the tree trunk behind you, were trying to protect yourself and Veronica from any possible danger.

Although your gaze on your little fire seems blank, there is a constant thought in your mind. You are constantly thinking of something, especially to keep Veronica safe. Although constantly changing location is your best option for now, you know it is hard on your daughter's small body.

You turn your gaze to her, she is talking to the ants on the ground in a mumbled voice. You notice that her long hair is dirty in the dirt.

"Veronica, come to my lap. I will braid your hair."

Veronica obeys, as usual. She gets up from where she's lying and climbs onto your lap. You start braiding her long, dark brown hair.

"We'll need to cut your hair as soon as possible."

Veronica frowns when she hears this. She doesn't like her hair to be short all the time.

"Can't we cut it this time? I look so ugly with short hair."