Cynthia makes her way through the fence and starts knocking the old rustic wooden door. Hazel, Freesia, and I stand behind her back, while Daphne stands next to her.
“Who in their right mind would live in such a place?”, Said Hazel as her eyes explore the house. Then I suddenly hear the door is unlocking from the other side. An old lady with long frizzy grey hair picking her head out. Her eyes are big and sunken. She’s so pale and her grey hair and grey eyes only makes her look more colorless. She has this cold stare as she looks at me, Hazel, and Freesia. For a moment I was terrified. But then Daphne excitedly snaps, “Marilla!”, A big genuine smile flatters her eyes and she leans her body towards the old lady. She, whose name is Marilla, according to Daphne, opens the door widely and goes for a hug from Daphne. That’s when I see that she’s not more than 5′ ft and slouching only makes her appear much shorter. Her hair is so long it almost touches the ground. I turn my head to where she was standing and there I see a small chair that I assume she used as a step to appear a little taller when she has to peep at who’s at the door. Not sure why she does that, but probably not to show vulnerability.

“My darling Daphne, my beautiful little warrior”, says Marilla as she rubs Daphne’s back. She looks at Cynthia, “Cynthia!”, Then turns to her and hugs her too. Cynthia gives another genuine smile and then she comes forward to hug her back.
“How are you, Marilla?”, asked Cynthia
“Oh never better darling, never better”,
“And whose beautiful children do you bring...