Chapter 87 New Beginnings

• She touched the fancy gate, making sure it is real. That used to be just made of scrap woods and rust-painted steel. She tiptoed to see what is inside, she saw a wonderful garden that used to be their mini-dumpsite. She didn’t see anything that has remained the same—not even the smell of the viand being served by whoever is preparing the meal.
• She’s about to ring the doorbell when a dog came to her and barked as he wags his tail.
• “You must be Donald,” she concluded and eyed on the dog.