The Smith family.

This is a family of three, the father, Mr. Joseh Smith, is already 40 years old. He takes care of his work online. The office is a room in the house which they adapted to make a studio so that he can develop as an independent entrepreneur. Mrs. Smith is a woman of her home and takes care of her family, her husband and her daughter.

Sophia is an adorable little girl of only 9 years old who was always smiling and making her parents happy with her antics, every day she would go to her school and then come back in the afternoon to do her homework and then play with her dolls and outside in the garden.

The house is in the countryside, just 15 minutes away from the city, it was perfect to live in, surrounded by trees with their fruits and beautiful flowering plants. Near it is Sophia's favorite place, which was her swing. On it she spent many afternoon hours having fun with her cats and dogs.

Sophia's place was covered with green grass and her swing was on a very firm iron base that allowed her to swing hard and look up to the sky. There her imagination flew along with her and she flew very high among the clouds.

Her mother was happy to see her laughing out loud in her imaginary world and playing with her pets. From the kitchen her mother could hear her singing and laughing all the time, while Mrs. Smith took care of all the household chores.

Taking care of her husband and daughter was all she had ever dreamed of in life and she was very happy for this wonderful gift of life given to her.

Mrs. Smith prepared lunch and placed her three dishes on the table, she would leave lunch for her daughter to eat together when she returned home from school. Then Sophia would wash up and run into her father's study and get him out of his work to come out and sit at the table with them.

He would always wait for that time and make Sophia think that he didn't want to go out, she would then take his hand and lead him around, convincing him to share all the stories that happened to her at school. It’s then he would get interested and accompany them to the table. Every day it was the same and you could hear the laughter of the three of them at the table.

But at night the father had to stop by Sophia's room. She had always asked him, since she was a little girl, to come to her room when he left his studio to then cover her in her blanket, tuck her in, give her a kiss on the forehead and then sometimes she would ask him to stay for a while. He would curl up next to her for a moment before going to his room with his beloved wife. 

Sometimes Mr. Smith was so tired that when he stayed a moment in his daughter's bed he would fall fast asleep and in the morning his wife would wake him up with his daughter, and he would start his work day all over again.

Sophia would leave very early for school and would not see her father until the afternoon. Her mother would say goodbye to her until her return from school.

But several years have passed, almost 8 years now and things started to change. Mrs. Smith was now sad all the time, she cried while she was in the kitchen. She hardly went shopping in town anymore and all she did every day was going back and forth in her house, from one room to the other. She spent hours in each room, just sitting, imagining, thinking…

One morning it was very rainy. She got up and looking out the window at the falling rain she let her tears fall and began a lamenting monologue.

"Lord I thank you for this rain but it only reminds me of my sad loneliness. You know that nothing is the same in this house anymore…?

Sophia is no longer with me. She left that fateful day when she fell to the ground from her swing, her head hitting a small rock hidden in the lawn. By the time I realized I could no longer hear her laughter or her singing, I looked out the window and saw her on the ground, covered in red, inert. I could only scream. Her father came running out of his study and held her in his arms, while kneeling with her in his lap, he screamed. There was nothing to be done, nothing we could do.

Her father, my beloved husband, couldn’t stand her absence and ended her life. One afternoon when, I went to look for him in the studio as Sophia used to do, he was no longer with me. He was a cold body that had died of grief for the absence of his beloved daughter.

Now, my Father, I must live within these walls only with the memory of my beloved treasures, with their presence being only in spirit, in this home… For neither of them have wanted to leave, here they are and here they dwell.

They still believe they are alive and… ¿How can I take away their imagination? I talk to them when they talk to me, laugh at their jokes and chat when they show up… This is much more painful. I have 8 long years of living and dying for them.

…when you plan to take me with you, to spare me this great pain?”

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