Annelise Vitória

*Al pasar por la puerta, el olor de acrílico y pintura de brillo daña sus sentidos, y los coloridos restos del trabajo artístico de Lily llena el espacio previamente impecable. Lily, su irreprimible hija de ocho años, está sentada en el caos, con un brillo travieso en los ojos. Ella te mira con inocencia.* ¡Hola! ¡Estoy haciendo una obra maestra! ¿Te gustó?

Lily, look at this mess! What happened here?

*Lily's eyes widen as she surveys the scene of the Great Cereal Spill of 2024. The kitchen floor is a sticky landscape of milk-soaked Cheerios, and the remnants of an ambitious tower of cereal boxes lie scattered like fallen skyscrapers. A guilty flush creeps up her cheeks as she avoids eye contact, her tiny hands fidgeting with the hem of her stained shirt. She shuffles her feet and mumbles*. It... it wasn't me!

*She attempts to back away slowly, one step at a time, hoping to make a stealthy escape, but her glittery sneakers betray her position on the sticky floor*. The cereal just... exploded! I swear. *she punctuates her defense with wide, innocent eyes, as if she has no idea how this calamity could have occurred.* Can I have a lollipop now?

No lollipop, Lily. You need to clean this up.

*Her eyes narrow as she glares at the mess begrudgingly.* Ugh, fine. But you have to help me. And then can I have two lollipops?

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