Lisabel had just put up a new portrait in the lounge room. It was of a very familiar couple, who smiled warmly through the glass of the frame. The day Zhenya got home and saw that it was up she ran over to it and cried.

“I miss you so much.”
“Burtie, it’s okay. Ve are alvays here, in your heart. Ve are so proud of you, our darlink granddaughter,” said her Grandpapi.

She sobbed harder. The sight of her deceased grandparents was almost too much to bear. She fell backwards onto the sofa and cried into a pillow.