Aziyat was done with her prayers when her eyes lands on a boy. He was looking roughly 10.
He was sitting on a chair, looking blankly at the floor. His face too mature to be of a young kid's yet his eyes were somehow sad looking.
He seemed like the kid who won't let you closer saying he doesn't like people touching him yet he would start crying as soon as he gets a hug.
"He must be from this orphanage. Poor kid. The world must be tough for him," she thought.
"Hey darling," she greeted him with a smile. He was silently observing her.
Aziyat was feeling a little awkward after noticing his lack of enthusiasm.
After sometimes, he said," Hello."
"Are you from this orphanage, sweetheart?" She asked to confirm, an idea already going on in her mind.
