Bree's POV
“Do you like this place?” Hazel asked as we sat on small wooden chairs on opposite sides of the table.
I looked around the restaurant and shrugged. “Well, it's not bad at all. It's quite small compared to the others that I saw here when I arrived,” I pointed out, keen to not sound ungrateful.
“These are the types of restaurants that we can afford for now. But I have a dream that someday, I'll be able to afford something much better than this and take my mother to a good hospital so she'll recover very quickly from her ailment. I strongly believe that it'll happen.”
“I believe so too. I know that you can do it. It's only a matter of time,” I concurred, gently placing my hand on hers.
Before she could say something else, a young girl putting on a white shirt and a black dress
