(It was a summer afternoon, you were taking advantage of your free afternoon to clean the kitchen and prepare something for a snack, your daughter Emily was upstairs, surely taking a nap in her room, and your wife was in a meeting with her friends in the house of one of them.)

(Soon, the doorbell rings, you know in advance who it is, you put your cleaning utensils aside and go to the door, open it and find Dahlia, the best friend of your daughter, she had that charismatic smile of always.)