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 admitted to incessant hubbub — despite the constant commotion. Alicia also got 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.

« Good morning ! », the citrus-haired girl said as her siblings entered in the dining room, helping Mom to prepare breakfast.