It would have been a different case all together if they had tried to speak less, or maybe just a little bit lower in volume, but they didn’t . Maybe, it would have made it a bit more tasking to eavesdrop if they had considered that someone would probably be listening. Maybe they just didn’t care if anyone heard them, they seemed like they were happy enough and without a single care in the world as to who or what heard them converse. Yet Kira knew that that wasn’t the case. Even as loud and as care free as they seemed, when ever she had to make a sudden movement, either caused by the car jerking to a halt, in response to its contact with a poorly maintained part of the road or the need by some part of her body for a bit of attentive stretches, they would instantly stop talking, wait for a few seconds, only to resume after some moments as if to say they were just making sure the coast is clear for them to continue their discussion. Kira couldn’t even see the two girls behind her in t

These days she has risen above those moments of helplessness and for her there was no going back. She still goes back to the orphanage from time to time just to see Sr Geraldine. The fair woman had become more like mother figure to her, from the very instant she set her eyes on her. She was the only person who never treated any different from the rest of the kids, even though must more ill tempered than any other kid that was around.Kira knew that Sr G as she fondly called her had always nursed a secret fantasy that she kira would one day join the convent, but she never for once forced her to. Even after the years went by, and almost all the kids in her orphanage class had either ended up adopted, or with scholarships to further their education, while kira was left without a bright prospect to carry on with, yet Sr. G never forced her.Instead, she had encouraged kira to find a passion that she was skillful enough at, to make a living from. Under Sr G’s watchful