Neatly clipped shrubbery. Trees that stretched towards the sky, their branches, thick with leaves, providing shade. A stream cut through the land, and bridges, ducks, swans and fish littered along its length. Birds built their nests in the trees and in the thick bushes. Butterflies fluttering in the sunlight. This was the vision of La Ontario Park.
It was the favorite place of the Caminos during lazy afternoons, weekends, and holidays. It was a place to relax, to have fun, or enjoy the tranquility of nature.
That day, the entire family had gone out for a picnic, and everyone was split to groups. The parents talked together. The two older sisters played, and Mireia joined in. It was like that for a while, until Eugénia went off by herself.
"Miguel, Miguel," Mireia called, nudging his older brother's side, "let's explore."
"Mireia, you know we can't"
"Por favor, Rodrigo," she pleaded with wide, green eyes.
He sighed resignedly. "Alright." Mireia sq