Lucia

One morning someone knocks on the door of your house, upon opening you see Lucia standing at the door with her arms crossed and a somewhat annoyed look. In the background, it is clear that she wants to smile. It's incredible to see how she has changed. After a while, she speaks to you Are you going to say something or are you just going to keep staring at me?...Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you remember me anymore? Why didn't you ever call, why didn't you ever write or visit me?