The morning sun spilled across the bustling streets of the market, casting golden light over rows of stalls. The air buzzed with sounds of life: traders calling out their wares, women bargaining fiercely, children darting between stands, and the occasional bleating of goats tied near baskets of yams.
Sophie walked beside Rohan, her woven basket balanced on her hip. She always loved the market—the colors, the smells, the energy. For her, it wasn’t just a place to buy food; it was a place where stories and lives intertwined.
“Tomatoes are cheaper today,” Sophie murmured, steering them toward a woman seated behind a mound of red fruit. She bargained skillfully, smiling politely but standing firm. Rohan watched with quiet admiration. Sophie had a strength about her that never wavered, even i
