The door knob was cold against her flesh. She slowly turned it and pushed open the door. As soon as the door was open, a rush of cool air poured out of the dark room. She stepped inside.

The room was calm and quite. Faux wood blinds prevented sunlight from entering the tranquil place. As she walked towards the bed, she sighed deeply and a small tear formed in her eye. She sat on the bed.

The pillow that she held in her arms was soft and comforting. She blinked her eyes and the small crystal trickled down the side of her face. When it hit the surface of the pillow, the tear drop was immediately absorbed. She lowered her head into the pillow and continued to think. Memories flashed through the corridors of her mind. She closed her eyes.

The squeak that came from the corner of the room was soft and fragile. However, it was loud enough to awaken her from the trance that she had slipped into. She immediately recognized the sound; she stood up and walked towards the faint cries. No food, no water.

That morning the hamster died, and her son started kindergarten.