A little girl came out of a tall building with a bone-white colour. She walked to the small garden beside the house. See the various butterflies that fly together to land on the flowers. The smile grew briefly, then disappeared. Her eyes were straight, staring blankly at the object. Overcast clouds dimmed her white face.
"Elfara! You are here? I looked for you everywhere." A thirty-seven-year-old woman trotted over to the child she called. Elfara glanced briefly, then resumed her activities.
"Do you like butterflies?" Elfara was silent, not interested in answering the question of the woman who had cared for her since the baby.
"Misca, will Mommy come home night again?" The blonde-haired girl looked confused by Elfara's question.
"Em, Auntie doesn't know, Honey. Now, Elfara goes in first, let's go! Auntie has prepared a delicious breakfast for Elfara."
"Misca ...."
"Yes!"
"I'm not hungry yet!" She said softly. Misca crouched until their faces were level.