Half an hour ago.
Eno Community, Linda's house.
"Haha..."
Laughter filled the dining room.
Linda, Val, the little chubby one, and Grandmother sat at the dining table, eating and chatting.
Although Grandmother can be unreliable sometimes, she's a great conversationalist, and with her around, the room rarely falls into silence.
Grandmother took a sip of her red wine, "Linda, it's been a long time since I've tasted your cooking, it's still as great as ever. There's no denying you've inherited my cooking talent."
Linda shrugged, "You could skip that last part."
Val chuckled, "Speaking of which, it's been ages since I've had Mom's cooking. Where have you been this year, why haven't you contacted us at all?"
"Oh... I've been quite busy this year, doing a lot of things.
I went to Africa to help the children suffering from poverty and hunger, I can't imagine there are places in the world where people don't have enough to eat.
I volunteered there and donated some medicine and food.
