Keep hope alive every day. “His name is Oliver,” Clara mentioned. “He’s the youngest and enjoys playing. Would you like to give him a treat? I have some homemade ones right here.” The little girl nodded, accepting a treat from Clara and giving it to Oliver.
Kiwi compote Jars, secured. After finishing their drinks, the two girls walked downtown, laughing as they went. Lila adjusted her jacket, feeling the studs against her arms, and spotted a street artist painting a bright mural on a building wall.