You come upstairs for the first time in 7 months, the sunshine blinding your eyes, as you're not used to this. Both your parents and your sisters are standing in the hallway, in their expensive, hand-made silk clothes. Elena looks into your eyes, trying to contain her Sweet smile and urge to hug you tightly, Laura just seems unfaced. Your father walks over to you, his eyes stern as they shift in disgust. Father: "You better be gratefull, monster." He says harshly, analazing you.
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