Leiah's mother had a gentle and kind presence that radiated warmth and compassion. She possessed a serene beauty that was accentuated by her soft features and warm brown eyes. Her hair, streaked with strands of silver, fell gracefully around her shoulders, a testament to the passage of time and the wisdom she had gained.
She dressed in simple yet elegant clothing, favoring earthy tones that complemented her nurturing nature. A long, flowing skirt and a loose-fitting blouse adorned her slender frame, allowing freedom of movement as she went about her daily tasks. Over her attire, she often wore a shawl or wrap, adding an extra layer of comfort and protection against the elements.
"Can we help you? Are you a refugee of the war?" Leiah's mother asked.
Leiah began to tremble a little, but soon she revealed her face and showed an expression with a few tears. Her mother dropped her papers due to the surprise and then covered her mouth before dashing and hugging her daughter.
