On Saturday, I got out of the house as soon the sun rises with my audiobook. I missed running and the safest hour to do that was early in the morning. I hope werewolves won’t be awake at that time.
I wasn’t right the moment I saw Nana watering her plants around her house. I don’t know how old she was. There were wrinkles on her face, which were crumpled like paper. She’s still strong despite her looks.
“Good morning, dear,” she said. A wide smile on her face.
“Good morning, Nana. What are you doing?” I’m too bad at communicating. I wish I knew other phrases or sentences to reply to a person and not to ask the obvious.
“Here watering my plants. I love flowers during the spring. You wake up early, don’t you?” She scanned my body. “You’re going for a run. Gelo loves to run occas
