she entered the room ,holding in her arms the little girl of only three days , it was night there was a pale pink room, a fireplace, a lamp which reflected figures on the ceiling, a rocking chair and in the center of the room a crib white with pink quilt and full of stuffed animals, the window was open and you could see the moon round with holes as a cheese and a little more in the distance an old tennis court, had been a long time and Coraline was still unable to forget what happened.
she was an adult now, she was happily married to who was once his best friend, Wybie and now had a daughter who his name was Bella, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible were still living and were on vacation in Las Vegas while Mr. Bobo was at its annual meeting with his family, Coraline would have liked to them be there when her daughter was born, but they promised they would return soon, Wybie was on the floor below with 7 friends and Coraline's mother .
Coraline lovingly put her daughter in the crib,she look at the little girl for a while and a few tears fell from his eyes, she still could not believe that this was his daughter, of course, also could not believe because she and her husband continued to live in that house, but Coraline was sure that everything was over.
she suddenly recalled something, went to the closet was now full of diapers, small clothes and toys for baby, from the bottom of that old closet pulled a cardboard box that had written in large letters: "Coraline's toys", hence take a stone with a hole,tied in an old cord attached to it like a necklace, although it was almost impossible even had him ,she carefully put it around the neck of her daughter and stroke her cheek like a peach pink and for a moment she thought she heard the black cat meow that she constantly confused with the darkness of night, she smiled and kissed the baby on the cheek before leaving the room, she covered with the rocking chair the small door, dusty and forgotten in a corner of the room, when Coraline finally leave the room , a little foggy enter through the window followed by a cold of winter when all this happened, a black shadow was reflected in the cradle of the baby, with one of his hands of needle caress the frail face without hurting the baby, the wind came with a ghostly voice with echoes and told the girl the better words she knew to say... you know I love you..., with this, all the fog disappeared and the room was returned to be warm again, but all was not as before, in the window , were two buttons and a spool of thread