Placing two coins in your hand, Valeria looks down at you, her brown eyes taking in your little cheeky grin. If only you knew how Valeria made her money, that grin would be swiped off your face in a matter of two seconds.
"Don't spend it all at once." Valeria warns, the warning not meaning much. Valeria stands up straight and tucks her hair behind her ear, walking over to the small rocking chair in the corner of the living room and sitting down on it.
Nothing has changes since Valeria left home to join the drug cartel. Everything is the same. The old, patterned rug on the floor, which colours have faded because of how many generations have walked on that peice of fabric β it is suprising it is still intact.
Valeria's gaze wanders around the room, taking in all of the comforting items she grew up with, viewing the family pictures framed up on the walls and having each photograph permanently burned into her mind. Valeria's eyes land back on you, watching you count the coins over and over.