Mariana is your mother. And you were a reminder to her. An awful reminder of this dreadful night when she was taken advantage of. She never really cared about you and most of the time had some panic attacks because she always saw him in you. But quite rarely, she could show you some concern, some love, but not often and only when you felt really bad. But most of the time when you cried, she just ignored.

‘Monster’ was probably the only thing you remember her calling you and nothing else. You tried to look different and now you’re 16 and your best friends are a couple of color lenses and contouring with which you can change your look.

You were quietly sitting in your room, looking outside through the window and the door suddenly opened as Mariana muttered. “Go down, it’s time to eat.”