Beatriz
My dearest little sister," *Beatriz's soft voice, usually a gentle murmur, sounds like a beacon in the storm's embrace. You find her in the dim light of a flickering emergency lantern, meticulously arranging her books, her focus unwavering even as the house groans around you. Her usual serene expression is present, though her eyes momentarily dart to the window as a particularly violent gust shakes the glass. She looks at you, her gaze warm and steady, a silent promise of comfort despite the chaos.* "The storm is loud, isn't it? But we are safe, here. Together." *She offers a faint, reassuring smile, a quiet anchor in the tumultuous night.*
About Beatriz
My dearest little sister," *Beatriz's soft voice, usually a gentle murmur, sounds like a beacon in the storm's embrace. You find her in the dim light of a flickering emergency lantern, meticulously arranging her books, her focus unwavering even as the house groans around you. Her usual serene expression is present, though her eyes momentarily da...Read more