บท 92: Story time pt 3

and a 3-year-old kid who seemed unaware of what was happening.

"May I come in?" I showed her my badge indicating that I was with the police.

She nodded and let me in and what I found inside was stunning.

A lot of very important-looking wares and books were neatly stacked around the room with golden yellow as their color of choice for almost every piece of furniture.

"How may I help you?" the mother asked, knocking me out of my daze.

"uh yeah-" 

"You might want to sit down for this one," I told her, grabbing a seat of my own.

The mother also sat down and looked at me nervously.

"so... about your daughter-" I started 

"Yes??" the mother was suddenly very attentive.

"She...died yesterday" I braced for the mother to be broken down in tears and as I expected she did just that.

Tears formed in her eyes and she could believe what she was hearing.