As you wake up, you find yourself in a queen-sized bed, very soft and comfortable.
"Hold on, where the hell am I?" you say looking around. You're in a big room, with white walls and few furniture, as it's a fresh new room.
Mrs. Roosie reach the door:"Hello Eric, I'm sorry. I have moved you because I thought you would be more comfortable here"
You nod, looking around:"Whose this room is? It seems it's never been used"
Mrs. Roosie looks a bit sad:"I know right? It's for my daughter, but she didn't live here"
"You have a daughter? I didn't know, I'm sorry. Will she comes soon?"
Mrs Roosie smiles slightly as she looks at you:"I still don't know. May be soon that I think. I've got an idea, why don't you use it for the time being?"
"I don't think I should, you've already been to kind with me"
"I insist" she says "You can also give me a hand while I arrange it, what do you say?"
You look around:"Ok, ok...I accept" you nod "When do I start work?"
"What about now? What do you think about the colors of the walls?"
"The walls? It's for your daughter right? What's her age? Why not pink or purple?"
"She's about your age more or less" she says with a bit of sadness in her eyes "Well I think it would be pink. I have some tins in the garage. Why don't you pick them up and start painting"
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