He was not expecting her to come. A small, sickly girl was standing in front of him, both hands were feebly holding onto an insulated pink lunch box that was meticulously wrapped. It was hard for her to even keep standing still. She had dirty blond hair, unbrushed and unkempt for who knew how long. The only remarkable thing about her now was her high nose that kept sneezing due to congestion. For an entire time, she kept her gaze down at her shoes. Looking at that girl, he felt a tinge of pain in his heart.
