Used to having the company of Nathalia, Mrs. Davidson found it difficult to adjust to the absence of her. She thought it over and decided to check on Nathalia.
She knocked at the door and rang the bell, but no one answered. She's probably gone to university. She thought.
Not knowing what to do, she kept the door open and sat waiting for Nathalia to come home.
On hearing the sound of the lift, she quickly rushed to the door. In a white T-shirt and jeans, Nathalia walked out of the lift, with her head down, and went straight to her apartment.
"Nathalia, Nathalia, here. This is your home." Mrs. Davidson said hurriedly.
"Mum." Nathalia looked up. She looked tired and low.
Poor girl. I bet she hasn't been sleeping well. Mrs. Davidson thought worriedly. "Come, come. I've baked some cookies, and I will make you a cup of tea."
Nathalia stood there, hesitating, so Mrs. Davidson went and grabbed her hand and led her in.
