The door was closed, always after school, always for a couple of hours. She didn't mind too much, she was eight years old after all and the guy with the funny glasses on Rollercoaster kept her entertained. Sometimes she would fight with her sisters over what cartoon to watch next.

 

When a show finished, she would walk to the door, the door where her parents were, the door that loomed like a barrier that she needed to overcome. What were they doing in there? After a few minutes of staring at the stiff white door she would wander back to her sisters. She never had the courage to knock on the door to find out what was happening behind it.

 

She didn't think she wanted to know.