I looked at her curiously, after a few seconds, I smiled apologetically: "Forgive me for that, I'm a bit distracted, could you tell me what your name is?"
The girl looked at me sideways and giggled again: "My name is Celestín."
"Celestin... It's quite a beautiful name," I said as I watched the girl slightly move her dolls in her arms. An idea crossed my mind, and I pointed at the two dolls: "Do they have names?" I asked with curiosity.
The girl opened her eyes a little and lowered her gaze. She smiled suspiciously:"They don't have names—no, wait! Actually, they're also named Celestin. Believe it or not, we're the same person."
Not understanding what she meant, I didn't give it much importance. I looked at the girl again. At first glance, she seemed to be in good condition...
"Do you want to know what illness I have?" Celestin stood up quickly.
"Are you sure?" Although I was somewhat curious, I didn't want to touch a sensitive topic or make her feel bad—or uncomfortable.
