𝗦ix o'clock sharp.

The ticking of the bell rang. All the children in the orphanage had woken up and got ready, and some were heading towards the dining room with glee admist incessant hubbub — despite the constant commotion. Gilda has surely did the same ; also, she raised her sweet voice at her younger siblings, who were playing instead of getting ready.

Lack of liveliness? No. The level of joy was at its peak, without a doubt. The placid atmosphere blithely accompanied the orphans in their daily routine. Various golden accents sparkled the tables — the material sun was finally making its appearance : a sun that shone brighter than the children. A scent of reheated bread, soup, appetizing food emanated from the large cafeteria.

« They're at it again ! », Gilda let in an audible sigh, a hint of resignation in her voice, watching desperately her fellow orphans who were playing tag in a pretty rapid manner. Despite her initial frustration, she couldn't help but crack a smile at their cheerful antics.