Her Old Woman

Strides brisk and confident. A purse in one hand and a walking stick in another. She walked with the aura of a graceful lady, overflowing with elegance and pride. Her green eyes indicating her indifference while her grey hair displaying her experiences with this non-consistent world. Her wrinkled face and slight smile reading the weather around her and her pointed nose standing upright and straight as she walked towards Lee's Nest.

Seeing Mrs. Whitt arrive at the gate, Justin ran up to her to greet her and escort her.

"Good evening, Madam. You should have told chief, I would have drove you here. You came all the way walking-", he began to nag when she stopped him.

"Shut your crap, let this old woman have a complete breath", Mrs. Whitt was annoyed.

'She isn't that old that these young brats keep nagging to her, moreover, she should be the one to scold them'

"This old woman is still capable of going on a journey by foot, do you all underestimate me? You should worry about yourself!", she began to scold him.

Seeing them enter, the batch surrounded her and greeted her.

"How are you, Madam?, It's been so long since you cooked something for us!"

"We really miss your cooking!"

"Please make that mushroom congee you had cooked earlier, we will all help you with that", saying this they began to talk and chat with her.

"I have not even put my coat aside and you all have started telling me your wishes. Do I look like some genie that you will rub a lamp and I will make it?" Mrs. Whitt scolded them, but they just smiled back at her.

When they all were in their training period, they would report to Zsadin or Chief Lee and they always met this charming old woman. Her small tokens of food like a sandwich or an apple always helped them carry on with their work. But they all knew, they were going to be Zsadin's underlinks, hence they were getting special treatment. She had raised Zsadin like her own child and loved her too much.

"Have you arrived? Did you came by yourself, you should have atleast told me!", Zsadin saw her arrive and came down to meet her.

Her old woman had aged a lot and had become grumpier.

"Don't be so worried. Who will come after this old lady? I don't even know what you all are upto!", saying this she stood up and Zsadin walked over to her. She took her coat and hugged her.

"Ah, my child. It seems today you are really missing them. Tell me what do you want to eat, I will make it for you", Mrs. Whitt patted her back dotingly.

"Just cook for them, I will have whatever they are having", she looked at her batch, "Help her out with everything, don't demand too much", and she walked away towards her room.

"She is still the same, cold on the outside, warm on the inside!".