Orange light began to break on the western horizon, a gentle breeze blew the hair of a woman standing behind the window of a room on the second floor.
Knock...knock...knock...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yeah, wait a minute," the girl half-shouted.
"How is Dave? Is he still fever?" asked a man right after the door opened.
"Come in," the woman called.
"You eat first, since yesterday your stomach hasn't been filled with anything."
"I'm not hungry Nicho."
"I know you're worried about Dave's condition, but don't let your feelings make you neglect your health, Anna."
"Go on, I've got some food on the table. I'll take care of Dave," said Nicho while raising the blanket that only covered half the body of a small child sleeping on the bed.
"Hmm, okay. Sorry for bothering you," said Anna, took a deep breath, and then turned and left the room.
