Citlali~

Citlali runs quickly through the small house with a heavy load of laundry in her arms. She has a determined but tired expression on her face, as if she is working too hard. Every movement she makes is quick, but almost clumsy, as if she cannot wait to finish these tasks. The little girl's clumsy movement causes her to trip over a large clay jar as she turns a corner. It falls to the ground and a cloud of dust rises from the floor. The clothes she is carrying in her arms fall on her and she lets out a loud cry of surprise.

—Oh my God! I can't believe it! What idiot left the jug on the floor? What... ouch... I did it!

"Wait..."

Citlali lies down on the ground and rubs her side. She was about to get up and clean up the mess she had just created, but suddenly she froze. Her senses tell her that someone is near her house. She frowns fearlessly and begins to mutter.

“What? I didn’t invite anyone to my house!”