- ANISHA’S POV
- Sitting in the warm and cozy restaurant, I raised my eyes to meet a middle aged woman walking through the door. She had pitch black hair, beautiful eyes and she looked nervous. My heart told me that she was the person that I had been waiting for. Hesitantly, I stood up. The lady’s eyes swept across the room before settling on me. She walked slowly to me and smiled fearfully.
- “You are the child who called, are you not? About the hair oil…” she said. Although I did not like her addressing me as a child, I chose not to take offense and I smiled and offered her a chair.