Demon's past

Lucia's POV

My mother was a very kind woman. That's why she was always smiling. 

And on that pleasant morning, she was once again gently combing my hair. 

That time lingers only as fleeting echoes in my memories. But her hands are still clear in my mind. 

They were large, with long fingers and a very slender wrist. 

"Sweetheart, go check if your sister has changed yet," she said. 

"Got it," I replied and ran to my room. 

There was Maria, a little red-haired girl who had just finished getting ready. Even though we were the same age, she was completely different from me. 

We were both 7 years old, but she didn't look older than 5. My sister was a small girl, really small, very cute, and had an absolutely detestable smell. 

"Do you need help with anything?" I asked with a fake smile. 

Thinking about it, I was always smiling back then too...