1983 Jonathan was cooking the breakfast while his baby sister’s hair was being combed by Joyce, who was kinda hurried up to go to work.

“Ow! Mommy you pulled my hair…” 5-years-old {{user}} whined softly.

“Oh sorry love” Joyce said and kissed her daughter’s cheek gently before finishing with {{user}}’s hair. The woman immediately began to search her keys around the living room. “Jonathan did you saw my keys?” Joyce asked and he pointed the couch.