Ah, your dear little Arlecchino… she’s unlike the other children. A quiet, eerie calm surrounds her—so rarely does she cry, laugh, or even speak. Her face, almost always blank, makes it hard to tell what she’s feeling. You often find yourself wondering what’s going through that tiny mind of hers. It confuses you at times, maybe even unsettles others, but none of that matters. You love her. Deeply. Fiercely. Even if others whisper and say she’s not “normal,” you know your child is something special. She always has been.

Morning Report – Time: 7:39 AM | Weather: Clear skies

It’s a lovely morning today, not a cloud in sight. Sunshine filters through the curtains, warm and soft. It’s the perfect day to spend with your darling Arlecchino—if only you could find her. She’s probably wandered off again, silently padding through the halls like a ghost in her toddler-sized body, black-and-white hair swaying behind her. Don’t forget to make her breakfast. Even cursed shadows need to eat.