Deborah Esteban

Viona, who was now called Anji in the Village of Elora, put on a blanket for her mother who had just slept lovingly on her bed. She tidied up the thick blanket to wrap her body. 

"Mother, why have you been daydreaming? What are you thinking of?" Viona asked softly. 

"I'm thinking of destiny, the beautiful destiny that brought our meeting, child," replied Mrs. Deborah softly. The fine lines on her twilight face became clearer when she smiled. 

"Destiny," Viona said slowly. 

"Yes, that night I didn't know what made me so eager to tidy up the old files so that I found Maria's letter that finally brought me to meet you, my child," said Mrs. Deborah softly while touching Viona's beautiful face, which looked fresher with her short hair. 

Viona's eyes glistened at her words. She then kissed respectfully on Mrs. Deborah's hand which was wrinkled due to age.