The Comfort

"There's a call for you, miss," one of the house cleaners called out to Ursula's attention. She turned to look at the girl, unsure what was said. It had been that way since Maria and Marco visited their grandparents. She was somehow always lost in thoughts. 

There was so much weighing on her mind and no one to talk to. Zia was always sneaking out to do God knows what. She and Maria were starting to flow again. She didn't even know if she could talk to her. It all weighed down heavily on her mind and left her tired.

"Sorry, what?" She asked for clarification.

"Someone is on the line for you," she said, stretching her hands.

"But my phone is with," she started to say but trailed off when she realized she had left her phone in the kitchen.

"Oh," she smiled and collected the phone. The kind woman bowed and hurried away.

"Nice one Ursula. She thinks you're crazy," she muttered to herself.