21

The evening cold wind swipped smoothly across Rosela's window room.

The once clear sky was gradually being covered by dark clouds.

The crickets started to chrip for signal and welcome the slowly dying day.

Birds flew to their respective nests from tree to tree to avoid being caught out in the dark.

Rosela sat outside with so many thoughts running through her innocent mind. She thought of how cold that night would again be as she had already washed her bed blanket.

She assumes that, if Anuella was in good terms with her, she could have just walked through her room and borrowed one from her since she has two of the bed blanket and save herself with worries.

She wish her father was still alive to coddle her like a baby to sleep, to twirl her curly hair pushing it out of her face from covering her face in order not to disturb her from having a good night rest.

Cab drove by, wanting to drop a passenger when the front light of the car, while reversing, pointed at her and entered her e