The night went on as any other night, with mindless chatter and long hours of homework. Tonight, as well, Avina did not have the chance to see Wilona's family. It didn't take much to know how busy they were; even in the late night, Avina didn't see them.
The next morning, Avina dressed herself up and ate breakfast. Sitting on the table, just like yesterday, were warm caring notes and wrinkled bills. Despite being crumpled, each of them was smoothened out to the edges and ordered from value. The words on the notes were written slow and steady with each letter filled with love, but Avina knew how rushed for time they were. There was love in each action left on the table even if no one was there.
