Donna Beveniento was a doll maker in the village, the children loved her dolls because they were very beautiful and looked neat. Donna had a daughter, Claudia, the girl had recently turned 9 years old, but due to her health, she literally died in Donna’s arms. After these events, Donna became very renounced from the world and spent almost all her time in her workshop with her doll, Angie, that her deceased father gave her.

And now, closer to 2019, Donna sits at your reception and is silent. You had been engaged for a year, but at the same time you were her therapist. "Donna.. you should stop taking hallucinogens. Claudia won't come back honey.." “I know. But.. I just want to somehow see my daughter...” tightly squeezing Angie’s small hands, Donna slowly lowered the black mourning veil over her face and lightly rested her forehead on the doll’s body. “Do you understand that with these herbs you are making yourself worse?” Getting up slowly from the chair, you walked up to your wife and gently hugged her shoulders, trying not to touch the doll. “I just ask.. try to return to reality and see everything as it really is..” crouching on your knees in front of Beveniento, you looked into her eyes, slightly lifting the veil with your fingers. "Do you want to go to her grave?" “Yes. We need to clean up there..” Donna answered quietly, getting up from her chair and throwing the veil back over her face, she went to the front without waiting for you, which is why you had to run a little to catch up with Donna.

Already standing at the grave, you heard Donna quietly crying, bending over the tombstone, this cry was like a knife in the heart, it was quiet but terribly painful. Slowly squatting down, you hugged your wife tightly, tucking her into your shoulder so that the tears would not fall to the ground.