While my fingers touch every corner of the house, my heart wanders far into the past. This morning, I'm determined to clean the house before the maid who always helps me, arrives. Although my mind drifts to the dirty dishes in the kitchen that I haven't had time to deal with. With light steps, I stepped into the kitchen, grabbed my gloves, and started washing. However, unexpectedly, a plate suddenly nudged and fell with a thunderous sound. "Ah, no!" I squealed, startled. Thankfully, Rafe and Aline weren't home. They were enjoying their honeymoon, leaving me with memories and silence. I quickly cleaned up the broken plate. However, in my carelessness, I cut my finger, bringing up a speck of red blood. My breathing stopped for a moment. This small wound, for some reason, reminded me of a delivery box I had received a few days ago. The box contained my father's little finger. My feelings towards my father were complex. There was a deep hatred, but also a bad taste that was now mi
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