The day at the orphanage was normal and the same as any other day that consisted of feeding the kids, playing with them, and making them take a nap.
The whole time, I kept on checking my phone, waiting for one specific person to call or send me a message. I don't know exactly what I want but I'm sure all I want is to let out the feeling inside of me.
The feeling of not being able to think of anything except for him. The feeling that is overwhelming that I never want it to end. The feeling that is so foreign for me but yet I can't imagine myself not to cherish it.
But I know that I have to be patient and be mature to take a no for an answer. After all, I can't really expect everything to go on my way.
As I cleaned the kitchen counter and Anna stir soup on the stove, the doorbell going off surprised us both as Anna excused herself to check who it was as I stayed behind continuing wiping the countertop, humming to myself softly.