Year 1902"Henrietta. Henrietta we have to go!" I whispered to my sister urgently. She is packing up her stuff frantically.
"Come on. That's enough clothes. We will get new ones once we're free." I grabbed her shoulders and made her look at me. Her eyes are fierce but I can sense she is afraid as her body is trembling.
"Let it go. You have to let it go." I looked deep into her eyes. "Our lives will be better from now on." She looked down at her bag and tied the string closed. She nodded to indicate she is ready.
"Alright, let's be quiet. Father is knocked out drunk by the fire." I led us both outside the house as quietly as possible with the bare minimum of belongings in our bags. "Wait!" she whispered and turned around and picked up mother's portrait from the sideboard. I smiled at her
