"That is good to hear. Work has been very difficult lately and food has been scarce. I think the villagers stole all the food, hiding it away so that we can't reach for it."
"Don't worry, mama. I don't mind walking to the other side of the village."
"But it is far," her mother muttered. Penny smiled reassuringly,
"A little work and time is something I can still spare for. You don't have to worry about it and let me take care," her mother nodded, her eyes looking at her before she went back to eating her food. Her mother had finished eating first and had taken utensils to be washed behind which had an extended roof.
Just when Penny was eating her hand suddenly froze with the quick flashes of images that came to move in front of her eyes. It was like a piece of memory she didn't know of and her hands turned cold.
