“We are all reflections of the decisions we have made,” she said and threw a cup of coffee at the mirror she had been standing in front of for two hours. A girl named after a famous queen was sitting down and crying because of the feeling of powerlessness. She remembered all the details about her home, all the shadows that appeared after turning off the lights so no one could see if anyone was home. Voices, noises, noises, voices… she couldn’t even distinguish one from another, and it started to feel scary. A little girl facing the shadows, sometimes having fun and sometimes making her mom start a game so it would be easier not to be scared. And the mind of a four-year-old girl slowly became a musician’s mind because of the process of filtering sounds from noise, trying to keep just the pure melody while her parents argued on different sides of the front door.