Alexa

"Trisha, is that you?" An older woman with a maid-like apron smeared with flour and hair that smelled like ginger asked, walking towards her daughter. Their resemblance was there.

"Yes, mum," Trisha received her mum's warm welcome, making me miss mine. "Mum, I brought guests," Trisha gestured towards us, and the mum only smiled as she walked us back into a sizable hut tent a little in between the street huts.

I couldn't believe that somewhere so peaceful and beautiful exists.

Their hut ...