41 – Palm Reading
Mrs. Annakay, despite her old age, looked young and had a carefree air in her. She was Agatha’s grandmother, a wealthy woman who owned a farm and people looked up to her as their godmother. No wonder Agatha lived in comfort, despite her mother barely earning an income and providing for them. “So this will be your room, my dears,” she said, gesturing her hands softly. She had round cat-like eyes, her nose pointed and lips seemed always have a ghost of a smile on it. Her white hair was in a tight neatly bun, her floral dress fell just after her knees, swaying as she walked. She looked kind yet mysterious, like she held secrets of her own. I wasn’t judging, but it was the aura I got from her. The room had two beds in it, a tiny table separating them. It looked clean and comfortable, the wh
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