The morning breeze was suddenly cold and edging which didn't sit right in her stomach. It was unclear to her why she felt so sad and cold within a second when it wasn't the winter season and she was dressed in a conservative dress. 'it couldn't be the weather doing this to me neither do I miss something… or someone?' Orva stifled a cry and sniffed using the back of her hand to clean her running nose.
She stayed still in a standing position and lonely stared into the woods farthest from the balcony she stood. Most of Orva's thoughts focused on her past, showing how much she missed her mother and her cooking, then her father's baking but most especially the restaurant, the reason she was still holding on and fighting. even though she became famous Orva swore to herself to buy back the restaurant and continue the family's business.
