Feeds

The unbearable heat made the septuagenarian gasp, and her wrinkled skin glistened with perspiration. She leaned on the walking cane, which supported her shrivelled body. Her daily routine was to visit the orphanage. The sweets she painstakingly prepared for the unparented children. They came in hordes during their lunch breaks and swarmed her like the bees. The lips arched wide upwards, and the creases increased below her twinkling eyes. Her feet wobbled, but her toothless gums bore her delighted smile. Love flowed as they squealed, “Amma”. Her heart danced with boundless joy as these innocent children were her only family.