Haya takes him to the fast food and ordered some food and gave it to him. Haya was still watching the son of Amila who seems so hungry and cold than her.
His heart was beating fast. He is hesitant to take the food for he is worried about the bill.
“I have no money to pay that” he said, almost in whisper.
“You don’t have to pay it. It’s yours.” Haya said in soft voice.
“Thank you” he said. His little hand is trembling when he hold the food handed to him by Haya.
Then Haya and the son of Amila walked outside the fast food and walked down the snowy street.
Haya was about to cross on the other side of the street.
But the son of Amila called her and asked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going home. Maybe my cousins are looking for me now. They will get angry because I’ll
