Zaya's mind churned, grappling with Mister Manuel's question. Her heart yearned for an answer, but her mind seemed to have been wiped clean of all memories that once held joy.
What makes her happy?
She searched the dark corners of her consciousness, desperately seeking a moment, an experience, anything that could offer a spark of joy.
Yet, the more she searched, the more her mind remained empty, leaving her with a profound sense of emptiness.
Zaya's lips parted as if to speak, but she quickly realized that no words were forthcoming. She had nothing to say, no memories to draw upon, no happy recollections to share.
The silence between them hung heavy in the air, the weight of Zaya's struggle with the question palpable.
Mister Manuel, sensing her struggle, gently broke the silence.
