Atarah Klyte
"LET'S go back to Philia Cathalida Home, it's getting dark and surely they are looking for us," Rare said to the children, who immediately agreed.
It was already 5:30 in the afternoon, and we hadn't done anything here except playing, chatting, and eating.
Rare gave me a look and then approached me, holding my left hand while holding Blessy's hand in his other left hand. Blessy was the curly-haired girl, while Jiro, Blessy's twin, held my right hand. I had memorized all their names as we had been together for several hours.
They mentioned that there were still many children at Philia Cathalida Home whom we hadn't met because some of them were sick.
"Baby, are you happy?" Rare whispered to me as we started walking toward Philia Cathalida Home.
I smiled and nodded. He retur
