My baby

Sinclair

We entered as a woman sitting on the couch got my attention.

“This is where we live,” Jane said, ushering me in as I marveled at how cozy the place was.

The woman got up from the bed, shivering to a corner as she raised her hands up in an offensive manner.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” I said, raising my hands to show that I didn’t want any trouble.

She didn’t believe me but Jane walked to her. They whispered while I walked into the dining room to see that the patterns on the table were old.

Soon she joined me. “Do you want tea?” she asked.

“Yes please,” I smiled, sitting in a chair which was too small for my frame.

I watched her work around as she knew where everything was kept.

“How did you end up here?” I asked. “You can’t tell me you found this place on the first day. It took me a while to find you.”

She put the water for tea and turned around to face me.

“Well, let’s see,” she pulled her head back to remember her journey through the rough terrains. “I ran out of the pack a