The next day, Larzhy woke up as the night sky was slowly getting light. She got ready for school in a hurry, moving here and there while searching for something.
Her mother's attention turned to her while she stirred the soup in the kitchen. She wrinkled her eyebrows toward her and bellowed, "Why are you in a rush?"
Larzhy's rushing feet ran into the kitchen and opened one of the drawers, which were covered by her mother's legs. She squatted down, pushed her legs slightly, opened it, took a bread pocket from it, and resorted as she stood up, "I have some things to do, mom." Then, she had one bite and was grinding while coming out of the house.
"What about your sister?" Her mother shouted with a longing neck while her eyes were on the stirring soup.
"Dad will send her, mom!" She shouted back from the main door while wearing shoes, lifting one leg above her knee, and ran on the street in a rush, her ponytail bouncing with her jumping on the street.
