Kara's POV.
The night is fast approaching. I step outside of the house, letting the breeze blow on me. I sniff in, and inside of my mouth, my tongue rolls to the side of my mouth to unhook a piece of cookie from the middle of my teeth to the center of my mouth.
I begin to walk, as I battle my tongue with the piece. It doesn't know how much I want to chew it, that's why it's still forming stubborn. Lastly it comes out, and I chew down on it, letting the last taste savours my taste buds.
The street is much silent this evening, the sun almost gone. I continue in my walk, in my head, reciting the three things I want to do. Number one, I have to take a cart. Number two, I buy a strong medicine for Andrew's stomach treatment. And number three, I go to meet Alessia, and we both come back hom
