One good morning I wake you up it is maids your opinion you were you were the stranger living room and where you live your father chatting with a man seemed so unpleasant, you made yourself very small if you are to read in the cooking in the large kitchen where to rest your wife was two brothers and sister you ate your breakfast before your mother prayed to leave the table and join your lost living room

Your father: “ha there she is” he seemed to have been waiting for you for a while