Valeria sat in her office, facing her small window through which she could see the sky. To the left, on one of the extensions of her desk, was a picture of her mother, her little sister, and her. The three of them looked happy... very happy. It had been happier times.

She couldn't say that everything had changed since her mother's death, because they had never had much money, but at least Alice didn't get so sick before.

She sighed, looking up at the sky.

“Is it wrong to be strong, Mom? Is it