She howled like a wolf while taking her breakfast along the hallway, as if it was the best dish she'd ever tasted in her life. Minutes later, she dropped the plate and lifted her hands above, feeling the ray of sunshine with her eyes closed. She's always been like this, every sunny day; however, when winter came, her energy faded. She mimics the dove on how they eat their food, picking up some pebbles to throw at them and then rolling her eyes, seeing people in white coats. Her porcelain skin made her standout from the crowd, and plenty of accessories were attached to her gray hair. A nostalgic giggle echoed in the hallway before she ran after the birds and shooed them away. "You should eat your food first before you play with them," said a man not older than thirty. Grinning while picking her nose in front of him. "Come on, hurry! "Her friend, but she didn't flinch, not even scared. "Are you alright? "asked the man, she responded, shrugging her shoulders while biting her nails. "Come sit here with me. I have a present for you," he said, smiling. The woman immediately scooted beside him, holding a big pink box wrapped in a ribbon and glitter. Her eyes darted at the avocado seedlings, but she intimately observed the dollhouse. "You didn't like it?"the man said in a bothered voice. The woman kissed his cheek and burst out laughing; she didn't speak, but eventually her face lit up. "I missed my family," she stuttered, finally not breaking eye contact. He whispered, "Don't worry, I am here. I am a friend," he said, stooping down at her she cupped his face and ran away.
The woman wearing a hospital gown became nice today, peacefully sitting in a rocking chair, hugging the flowerpot, watching the sunset, and singing her favorite lullaby. "You'll be a great mom and wife; we both bear the child anyway," said the husband. I would take care of him as much as I could. Her husband was a longtime farmer, owning 3 hectares of land. He also owned a sugarcane factory, but sadly, it drowned in bankruptcy. She liked the idea of moving to another town to start another business, but their money wasn't that big. He gives her the things that make her feel complete; he would murder a hen as a celebration of getting hired for her job. "That's my husband," she said to herself. We did the thing to escape from our parents to live alone and leave that place. She let out a deep sigh from that decision years ago.
