Soon Rabia knocked on the witch's door and Maya opened the door with a smiling door. "Why if is not my confused little darling. Please come in."
"I am so sorry Maya that I am literally dropping by everyday. But you are the only family I have now. I don't know, who else to go to." Rabia looked at Maya apollogetically.
"Oh, don't worry dear. I am your aunt and when your father was dying of the plague, he told me specifically to take care of you. I am happy that I can be of some help to you." Maya smiled looking at Rabia, who looked exactly like her mother. "Your father was not just a friend but also like my brother. I owe him this much atleast."
