betwwen there and here.

"Stop" was the last thing I said to the housetaker before getting to my small room and locking it, alone,so,so, desperatly alone, I only had my grandmother's ring to hold on to..."Sirine,"she had stuttered,"I love you my sweet girl."." No! you aren't going to die , you're stronger than this." But Umm Kaltoum wasn't stupid."Keep this ring with you, this way, one way or another,I'm going to be with you..."Then finally she drew her last breath and then closed her eyes.Sirine screamed.

She was an orphan since birth, her parents had run off one week after she was born, letting her grandmother deal with her, except she didn't mind it,Umm Kaltoum loved having Sirine in her life and so did Sirine, she was Umm Kaltoum's person and Sirine was hers.

Sirine cried desperatly as her grandmother's cold body lays down in front of her. The poor girl survived a week as a street child, a child yes since she was only 10 years old , it had been 7 years since that horrible day and she lived all 7 years in the care of Miss Zainab who of course didn't do it for free as she used Iris as a servant not paying her and giving her a single meal at the end of the day which was only composed of her rests...

-vanillakissedmoon