Sandra was coming out of the kitchen when she saw Emily carrying her father's basket with a glowing smile on her face. The basket was heaped high with clothes, and Emily was holding it with both hands. She doesn't need any prophet to tell her that Emily was carrying her father's clothes.
But where was she taking them to? Sandra stood there with a glass of orange juice in her hand, looking confused.
"Emily." She called, and Emily turned. "Oh! Sandra. You are here. Good morning." Emily greeted with an uncontrollable excitement. Her voice was full of a strange energy that Sandra hadn't seen since she visited. She looked like she had just won a prize.
"Where are you taking my father's basket to?" She asked, coming closer to her. She looked down at the basket and saw a dark blue silk shirt.
