Lucettia's Point of View:
I sat down on the sofa after washing the dishes we used. I really love my mother’s pantry here because it has everything it needs. Her office looked nice, and the gloomy atmosphere it had earlier faded. I can say that it became lively.
My mother approached me and handed me a wineglass. "Here's your wine, Lucettia." She was giggling while sitting beside me. "One of my wishes was to have a drink with you. I'm happy that I am having one even though we're drinking in broad daylight."
I laughed and faced her. "You look different, Mom. When I saw you earlier, I thought I was talking to a different person. When you were explaining that painting, I became confused and lost for a moment. I couldn't see my mother at that time but a colder version of herself. I became sp
