"Tell me something about you and Car .. umm daddy?" I ask her.
"You can call him Carlos in front of me sweety. I don't mind. I was 17 and Carlos was 16 when my entire family died. Everything we have today is because of Carlos." She smiles.
I am all intrigued.
"Tell me something about your life back then." She asks me next.
I deliberate if I should lie. Then, intuitively I decide against it.
"I was just done with my final exams at school. I lived alone. No siblings."
"How did your family die?" I ask her.
"Plane crash." She says all solemn.
"what about your parents Sansa?" She asks me next. We have this unspoken pattern of asking each other one question each turn.
"They don't care. They never wanted a child. I was an accident. They travel around the world. We hardly ever talk. They
