"Are we going to live here now?" she asked, ready to cry.
"Yes, but we will fix it up and it will become very beautiful!"
"And dad? Will he live alone?"
"Didn't I explain to you, my Kallia? Haven't we talked about it so many times? We can't live with dad anymore..."
"Because you fought! You told me! And you fight with me too, but you always forgive me! Why can't you forgive him?"
"It's not the same, my little heart! When two grown-ups keep fighting all the time, it's better for them not to live together anymore!"
"And me? Won't I see my dad again?"
"What are you saying now? What did we say? We will be together all week, and on Sundays, when you don't have school, you will go to see dad!"
"And if I don't want to?"
She opened her mouth to answer, but closed it as her mind got stuck on the child's question. "What does that mean now?" she asked for clarification, so as not to give the wrong answer.
"I'm angry with him! He didn't come to say goodbye to us and..." The child cut off his words in the middle and intertwined his fingers, a sign that he was upset.
She took her in her arms to make her feel safe so she could continue. "And?" she insisted. "What else are you angry with dad about?"
"Because he didn't keep us! He should have locked all the doors and windows so he wouldn't let us leave! If he loved us, he wouldn't have let us leave!" the little girl answered, now crying.
She held her tightly as the sobs shook the child's body. Not a word came from her lips. She sealed them stubbornly as what overflowed in her mind and soul she could not say to a child.