Smile At Me

While Hazel was reading on a chair in the garden, she could once again smell the tang of Amtinese medicinal herbs linger in the air even if she was miles away. Immediately, there was helplessness and bitterness in Hazel's eyes. She knew that Abigail and Penelope were bringing food to her again. Unsurprisingly, when Abigail and Penelope came before her, one after the other they were serving the refreshments onto the red wooden table in an orderly manner. There were a variety of fruit slices, freshly squeezed fruits that were rich in vitamins and also delicately made sugar-free pastries. In a few seconds, the red wooden table was full. Seeing all the foods served on the table, Hazel could not help but feel helpless. Everyday she was being fed to such an extent that Abigail and Penelope were preparing snacks from time to time in the day. How much did that man despise her for not gaining any weight? However, what bothered Hazel the most was the nutritious soup placed in a large jar, which