Sometimes she can't help imagining that her mother will step inside that door and everything will fall back to normality.
Yet she knows that this is not going to happen. Her mother's dead – they'll never see her again.
So she rummages through the fridge with the forlorn hope to find something for dinner. Her brothers are always so hungry when they come back from their football game.
The fridge is empty though. So she grabs the phone and orders four pizzas – she knows which are her brother's favorites, there's no need to ask them once again.
(Her father is not going to eat anything tonight. He went upstairs earlier and locked his bedroom's door. That's a bad sign – especially given the fact that he was carrying a suspicious-looking paper bag. She just stared at him without uttering a single word – silently praying that she won't have to make another trip to the hospital by tomorrow morning.)
When she hears the front door opening she does her best to gather something close enough to a smile.
She has to be strong – for her brothers' sake.