“Liana, don’t you want something sweeter?” Aria glanced down at Liana’s plate.

Her white bowl was filled with oatmeal and varieties of fruits scattered on top of it. Liana picked at the fruits one by one and ate them slowly.

“No….i always eat it this way .” Liana’s tiny voice filled the kitchen, as they sat by the dining.

Sister Maria glanced at her, a soft smile on her face while she wiped down the counter with a cotton cloth.

Aria’s gaze shifted from Liana to ...