Althea’s Point of View
It's like any other day in my mansion. People scramble around as they do their chores. The kitchen is active to cook today's meal. Gardeners snip the leaves here and there as they also tend to the flowers planted around. Voices of orders and critiques from the head maid can also be heard around. It's lively. But not as lively as before.
Don't get me wrong. Because not only myself can see the difference between before and after. There is something— someone that is missing.
My daughter.
As I walk down the hallway with a handful of maids bowing down at the sight of my presence, I cannot help but to reminisce about the memories that my daughter created in every corner of this place. And like a delusional woman, I can ‘see’ her silhouette either standing there whi
