Soon, they would have a house.
Lucia tied Rainy in front of her. True to her word, the child was indeed very well-behaved. Now, sweat began to gather on her forehead as she carried a big bag of goods over her shoulder. There was a tingling pain in her left arm. It was heavy, but whenever she met her daughter’s eyes, she couldn’t help smiling.
During her break, she would sometimes touch her daughter’s face with her fingers or feed her water. It was not easy for a woman to survive like this. Many a time, everyone would leave the lighter work for her to do. They pitied her.
Who had said that there were no kind souls in the world? There were many, and she had met them.
She leaned against a cabinet at the side. With the milk bottle in one hand, she began feeding her daughter carefully. Her
