ADDA CONTEMPLATED the views from the window, something she rarely had done when she was at home regularly, but now, it seemed to have some sort of sentiment to her. However, a sudden mumble made her snap out of the trance she had been in, her fingers fidgeting as she identified the tone of voice. She waited again to hear what her mother had been saying from downstairs, and soon the response came.
“Adda, come here. Your brother is already awake!”
The young woman’s eyes widened quickly, sparkles in them. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted to see her little brother with her own eyes. Unsatisfied with the monthly update from her mom’s Facebook. Witha renovated surge of energy, she washed off any thoughts and quickly ran downstairs, not even bothering closing the door.
