Asbeel walked into the hall, it was a small old place. The colours were already dull, and the place was crowded with a lot of kids walking around, especially the person who had lived in a free open space for all his life. But still, it has cosy, family vibes.
The kids were playing and running around happily, they were in old clothes, nothing luxurious, yet they were looking happy. Their smiles were genuine.
They were enjoying a cardboard game that was almost torn from corners, tapes were used to keep it intact, but still, it won't stay that way for long. Yet the kids were playing so happily that it made him wonder, was three really anything to be happy about, or was it just their company to each other that they could smile.
In the distance, few girls were playing with the doll, in which one hand was broken and a hand of cloth was attached at its place. Yet the girls were treating that broken toy as if it was a treasure.
