The room is not big, and the furnishings inside can only be described as exquisite.

In one corner of the room there is a single sofa and a rocking chair, the wooden rocking chair is covered with the mottling of the years, and it makes a creaking sound when it is gently shaken, monotonous but not harsh, like a lullaby humming by the bed, so that the person who hears it is calm and sleepy.

An old woman sat in a rocking chair, covered with an old blanket with curly edges, and dressed in an old-fashioned long black dress, silver-white

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