Mrs. Jenkins looked at Nolan Morrison and her daughter, eager to see just how beautiful her little grandson or granddaughter will be, surely more attractive than all the children in the residential area.
Mrs. Jenkins spent some time talking with them before diving headfirst into the kitchen to busy herself. Nolan Morrison went in wanting to help, but got chased out, being told he should rest well instead.
Nolan Morrison sat in the Jenkins family's modest living room, talking to Mr. Jenkins. He could hear the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen and smell the aroma of oil and smoke wafting from it,
Indeed, those who truly care for you always bring you warmth, they never ask much from you, all they desire is for you to be well.
Nolan Morrison turned his head to look at Matilda Jenkins, this silly girl might never know that what she brought him was a luxury he could never obtain in his previously destitute life.
