Come Home With Me!
Tina POV
Standing in the hot embrace of the morning sun. Next to the wooden basin filled with clothes that Saintilia had already washed, waiting for me to hang on the laundry line. With meticulous attention, I twisted each garment, relinquishing the retained water. One by one, I clipped the clothes onto the line, while swaying and surrendering to the wind's gentle persuasion. As I hung each piece, my touch became infused with a sense of ritual, as if I was granting them a moment of renewal.