Mama was still concerned about what Agatha did to me. Even if it was seven months ago, she still didn't trust our maids and butlers. Our new maid Andrea was very sweet. She was one of the youngest maids we had, maybe sixteen years old I guess? She played with us gently and invented games that Anna and me both liked very much. She made time fly because she was fun being with. It was quite a change from the mood swings of Agatha. Today we had planned to go horseback riding but the rain fell heavily on the castle and I was tired of hearing Anna complain so I went to my room and decided to look at old portraits documented in an album. I sat down with it on my knees and looked at myself smiling while holding daddy, jumping on pillows, trying to catch a cat. There were so many drawings and portraits of me and they were all signed by Mama's hand. I wondered if Anna had as many of her in her album. Suddenly, a knock on the door surprised me.
-Go away Anna! I said, sure it was her.
The door knob turned anyways and Papa walked in.
-Are you okay Elsa? Andrea said you were sad.
A sudden burst of anger filled my brain.
-I am not sad, I just hate rain. It is wet and the thunder scares me. I admitted shyly.
He crouched to peek at what I was doing and then sat down beside me, gesturing for me to sit on his lap with the album. I gladly did and he flipped the pages with me, commenting each portraits with the stories related to them. I giggled when I saw him stuck with a piece of candy in his hair and me laughing behind him. Mama must have had a lot of fun doing this one. He tickled me so I fell on my back, barely containing my laughter. Once I sat back, he flipped the last page and there was one portrait that I had never noticed.
-Who is this, daddy?
He sighed before explaining:
-The lady on the left is my sister, Marina. The man on the right, who is holding you in his arms is Leonardo Persinette, her husband.
-What about the baby? I urge to say.
-The little blond baby girl on Marina's lap is your cousin, but she got kidnapped a couple of days after that photo was taken, they still haven't found her.
I bring my hands up to my mouth, covering the breath I sucked in, realizing how cruel the world can be. I touched the image, the smiling baby's face that looked a bit like mine.
-What was her name? I ask.
-Rapunzel. He says.
