‘Are they up to something?’ is the first thought that came to mind seeing Erica and the shadow on the balcony of the third floor of the mall. I can’t see Erica in such a pathetic situation. I have to do something for her. I had never seen her talking to mom like that before. She was always quiet and never complained about anything. Even when dad decided to make her a doctor, she gave up her dream to become a professional dancer. She was always fond of music and dance. She plays violin and sings melodies. I still remember the day when dad took her to take admission to medical college. When she came back, she went to her room and came back with her favorite violin. She gave the violin to Maria, our housemaid, and asked her to give it to her daughter. Erica used to teach Maria’s daughter viol
