We are together. Then falls night. Everyone goes sleep. The house has four rooms, a whole house quartered into four rooms from the centre. I’m sleeping in the front one, with several others. You are sleeping in the side back room, on a “baaz.”
Morning. You wake up and come in the front room; normal. Master asks, “She LIVES here?” I am affirmative.
No one likes you in the house. I loved you even when it was morning and we were awake.