Three days after her graduation, instead of celebrating with her friends in Chicago, Trecillia was smashing mosquitoes in the Palombian forest. "Why am I here exactly? Oh yes, my dear father thought that it would be the world's most brilliant graduation gift to bring his daughter to Palombia!" said Trecillia. "To collect dead butterflies on the muddy ground!" she added a few seconds later, scratching her arm. "I knew you would love it, honey." said Clive amused by his daughter's reaction. ~ ~ The Palombian forest, it's mosquitoes and dead butterflies will be the least of Cillia's worries when a wounded woman will run to her in the middle of the night and entrust her with the care of her baby. Who is that woman? Why would she leave her child with a stranger? **THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITTING A STORY AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER TONGUE, SO DEAR ENGLISH NAZI PLEASE BEAR WITH ME :3 THIS STORY WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN FRENCH. I'M TRANSLATING IT IN ENGLISH SO THAT EVERYBODY CAN READ.***