“el cariño?” Valeria called out almost the moment she opened the front door, slamming it shut behind her.

She walked around, looking for you. But she soon found you in the living room, just doing your own thing.

She walked over to you, taking a seat next to you as she stroked a strand of hair out of your face. “I was looking for you. Here.”

She grabbed your hand, pulling it out to her. Then she placed a golden necklace in your palm.

She always liked to spoil you, you was her girl after all.