She climbs the long winding stairs, her one time enthusiasm gone. She still remembers the warm sunny days when she would return from school, prancing on those stairs, eager to reach the air conditioned room. A room full of possibilities, full of love, a room where the winds changed their course, where tradition was broken, into the arms of her daddy, yes her wonderful daddy. Yet the fresh, sweet winds have been replaced by a stale odor. That euphoria of happiness almost forgotten as if.. as if it never existed. She pants for breath as she reaches the last step. For just one second a feeling of anguish overcomes her. She can't move. She knows as she crosses this step, she'll be crossing over to another side; from her secure childhood to a painful adulthood.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a voice

"Didi."

She hurries over the last step and opens the door. A tender smile comes over her face as she hurries to help the maid.

She whispers, "Come mummy, back into the bed.".

A blank white face stares back at her.

She whispers again, "Come mummy, back into bed.".

Stony eyes follow the direction of her finger.

"Back into bed." the fragile doll repeats.

And they shift the fragile unknowing doll back into bed.

And its done. She has finally crossed.