Chapter 22
MHALEE'S POV
I walked Aunt Zeny to the gate as she prepared to go home.
“Aunt, don’t forget my cigarettes, okay? I only have two left,” I reminded her cheerfully, smiling. I had asked her to buy them for me—I wasn’t used to going without a cigarette after eating. I’d learned to smoke when I was still young. Back then, my mother was against it, so Mel and I used to hide. Now, she couldn’t stop me anymore. I was stubborn that way.
“Alright. Is that all?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, still smiling. I had only borrowed a few from Mel and asked Aunt Zeny to replace them. She was kind—just a little fond of gossip.
“Okay, I’m heading out. Make sure to lock the gate and the doors,” she reminded me as she stepped outside.
“Yes, take care,” I said, closing the gate behind her.
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