Mother was worried. Her daughter's appetite was making her anxious. Actually, she had no appetite at all. She was reading and writing all day long. No talks, no tv and now, no food.
The mother was not sure if her precious girl represented a human at all.
-It's okay, - she told her when the mother was discussing her eating regime, - really, it is.
And she really seemed fine. No weight loss, no pale skin. She was sitting in lotus pose, breathing if she was not writing or sketching something.
Her eyes were sparkling and mother wondered what made her daughter so distant from the world.
Then it happened.
The mother would always remember the day when she opened her daughter's room. The light falling from the window gently touched her feet.
Then the girl sitting on her bad, calm as a dandelion in the sunny meadow and the room consumed by her mind disappeared. As if they never existed in the known universe.