LILLIANA - 7 YEARS OLD
I stood by the window and watched all the other children play in the park. They were so happy. I wanted to be there, but I knew Daddy would be so mad at me, like the last time. I saw the pretty blonde girl, wearing pigtails, sitting on that red swing. It was my favourite swing.
Nanny would take me to that park sometimes, at night, because I was supposed to go out—ever. Daddy said if I ever go out, they would kill me like they killed my Mommy.
“What are you doing by the window, girl?” Nanny stormed in as I quickly got down from the stool.
“She is sitting on my red swing.”
“It is not yours, Lilliana,” Nanny scolded. “Besides, I took you last week already. And you know the rules.”
Rules. There were so many I couldn’t remember all at once. All I had to remember i
