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She never had a friend as she never has to go to school. Every day,
she would study and read books at home. Her only friend was her
sister but she left her. She never knew where she went but she
never saw them again after one night.

It was getting dark. Daisy closed her book and ran her
fingers over her eyes. She stood up, then walked to her bedroom.
Daisy was welcomed by the warm yellowish light from the
chandelier, left turned on by the maid. The room is creamy-white
with white furniture contrast with pinkish-red decorations.
A beautiful mural is attached on the wall above the bed frame,
hand-painted by an anonymous artist. The scene is of villagers
walking down the street in the winter festival. She walked past the
bed and to the bathroom. She looked at the reflection of herself in
the mirror and untied her hair. The voluminous champagne curls
cascade over her white shoulders. She undressed and stepped
into the shower.
After she finished, she wore her favorite pink silk nightgown
and head to the bedroom. The cold air from the bedroom brushes
against her skin, making her shivered for that her skin was still
warm from the hot shower she took. Daisy walked to the vanity to
get her hairbrush and slowly, she ran the hairbrush on her soft hair.
Her feet were numb from the coldness of the floor. She turned off
the chandelier and nightstand lamps and went to bed. Tiredly, she
drifted to sleep.

Daisy woke up to the thud sound from the next room,
knowing it was her maid for that her parents left early for work. She
sat up, yawned and stretched her arm, and with her eyelids still