Carla smiled at me and then apologize for taking my time for breakfast.
"No! It's actually nice to meet you," I smiled back, and then started taking a sip to the soup that she gave me. "This is so delicious, you're very good."
"Oh no, we have a chef inside, but thank you." She smiled back at me.
After that, she excused herself so I could take my time to finish my breakfast. Oh my gosh, I was actually planning to take a photo of the food in front of me but now that I remember I don't have it.
My father. Did he even looked for me after that night?
There was a pain pinching at my heart, followed by a headache. My hand supported for my temple because it was triggering me so hard I feel like losing my focus again.
The breakfast was so good, and so many, yes I mean by literally dishes and utensils. Gosh, how hard it is live a life elite.
