Once all the refugees are settled in, I spend time checking on the laundry. In the winter, it's an effort to get done, but we now have several hand-pump wells located in strategic areas around the compound, making it a little easier.
The biting cold nips at my cheeks as I make my way to the laundry area.
"Good morning, Luna Ava," a chorus of voices greets me as I enter.
I smile, nodding to each of them. "Good morning, everyone. How are we doing today?"
My eyes land on Tess, her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her stern expression softens slightly as she meets my gaze. "Luna, we're managing. These new refugees have doubled our workload."
"I'm here to help," I say, rolling up my sleeves. "What needs doing?"
Tess points to a pile of sopping wet clothes. "Those need wringing out and hanging. Mind the cold—it'll freeze your fingers if you're not careful."
