On a cold January evening, Sharon went outside to admire the lunar eclipse. In the window opposite, she saw a girl washing dishes at a late hour. This seemed strange to her, because the neighbors only had a son... “I’m still very little. Three years ago I ended up with the Flemings. It’s not bad here. The carpenter built a small bedroom for me in the basement. Ma'am said, “Something valuable will be kept in this room.” It’s nice to know that I’m considered important. I don’t know how I got to the Flemings, but now I belong to them. And it seems that it will always be so.”