The aunt sighed as she spoke.
"Poor little kids!"
The villagers spoke in dialect. Fortunately, Jasmine Yale had grown up in Willow Wave City, so she understood everything and had no trouble communicating.
Like them, she felt great sympathy for the children here.
After chatting for a while, Jasmine went back to tidy up her room. Everything she needed was there; even a crib had been prepared by Principal Warner.
Little Clementine fell asleep, and Jasmine patiently watched over her, "You will have brothers and sisters to play with in the future, and Mom will be able to spend more time with you."
There was no internet here, and phone signals were intermittent, often dropping out.
Thankfully, the village wasn't large, and she wouldn't get lost, so there weren't any big problems.
In the afternoon, she prepared her lessons and made numerous work notes, writing neatly and attentively.
