c 1990 to c 1999

Sonia believes she knows what is going on in her daughter’s life – some days she is consumed by the weight of all the knowledge: of permission slips, of appointments, of hurt feelings and favourite songs. However, unbeknownst to her, a little wedge of mystery inserted itself into their lives two days, four hours and thirteen minutes ago, when Mila started the computer languishing in a corner of their living room.