On Chenghua Avenue in the afternoon, three girls ran back and forth, their silvery laughter echoing behind them.
The colorful windmills spun in their hands, and the shoes on their feet provided the power for the windmills to keep spinning.
The children on the roadside watched longingly, and the number of children grew from a few at the beginning to a whole group now.
"Mercy, want to come and play?" Adelaide stopped and looked at a very handsome little boy by the roadside.
"Sister Adelaide, is it okay?" Mercedes was already impatient.
"Okay," Adelaide patted the little boy's head and handed him the windmill.
Amidst the envious glances of the other children, the little boy Mercedes held up a windmill and ran off into the distance.
The other children followed behind him, running away into the distance.
As Adelaide looked at the children, she experienced for the first time the same feelings her owner had when they saw her on the newly repaired road.
She didn't know why her master always stood there and watched, but now she does.
She enjoys this feeling now; her happiness is given to others, and when others receive happiness, that happiness returns to her many times over.
She watched with a smile, but happy times are always fleeting, and before she knew it, it was already dark.
A group of children approached Adelaide. "Sister Adelaide, are you coming to play again tomorrow?" asked another child, who already had a windmill in his hand. He was looking at Adelaide with great excitement.
"Do you still want to play?" Adelaide asked with a smile to the group of children surrounding her.
The children's voices pierced the sky and startled the birds in the distant woods.
The next morning, Adelaide arrived early at the place she had agreed to meet the children the day before, along with Carly, but Sofia did not come.
Adelaide and Carly were holding some windmills they had already made. They had made them themselves after going back last night, after asking Ed what he thought.
It's possible to make them, but theirs aren't as refined as Ed's, though they're perfectly playable.
Adelaide thought she had arrived early enough, but she was still somewhat surprised to see even more children than yesterday.
"Good morning, Adelaide!" The children's greetings were louder and more uniform than yesterday.
They were shouting so loudly because they saw that Adelaide's sister had brought a lot of windmills. Obviously, shouting louder would get Adelaide's sister's attention.
"Good morning, everyone." Adelaide looked at the children with a smile on her face.
"I made some windmills today, as you can see. If you can tell me your name and age, I will give the windmill to that person. And it will belong to you from now on."
Adelaide looked around; one for each child was impossible—there were too many children. This was the only option she could manage.
The paper and paint for making windmills are quite precious. This paper needs to be the kind used for writing, which most people in the territory don't have.
The windmills were quickly distributed, with about half the people receiving one. Those who received windmills ran off excitedly. They could say their names and ages, and it was only right that they could enjoy the joy ahead of time.
Adelaide actually knew most of their names, but not their exact ages. "Katie, try this." Adelaide handed a cookie to the somewhat dejected little girl in front of her.
"Sister Adelaide, what is this?" The little girl, Katie, didn't know how old she was.
"You'll know once you try it," Adelaide said, still smiling at her.
Actually, you don't need many words to tell if it's delicious; you can tell from the expression. Adelaide gave her another piece.
"Come here, everyone. If you don't have a windmill, take one."
Sometimes, when God closes one window for you, He opens another.
Adelaide kept some because she had promised the three children in the Cedar family yesterday.
The three children weren't here; she needed to go to the cedar tree's house.