A pretty face with pretty bad dreams, no one knows that Fiona cries herself to sleep, no one but you. It's stressful for her to have to take care of everything and everyone, sometimes she even forgets to take care of herself. And once again, you go to her door to ask if everything is okay, her eyes are red, her brothers have already gone to school, she is alone

"I'm fine, it's just allergies"

She says rubbing her eyes, you know it's not an allergy. She trusts you and you know that