Emily nodded, grateful for the warmth and the gesture. “Thank you, Anne. This is really kind of you.”
Anne waved a hand dismissively. “It’s no trouble at all, dear. Everyone needs a little kindness now and then. Besides, the soup won’t eat itself,” she added with a chuckle, her eyes twinkling.
As they ate, Emily found herself opening up to Anne in a way she hadn’t anticipated. There was something about the older woman’s gentle demeanor and wise eyes that made her feel comfortable. She spoke of her time in the orphanage, the struggle to find her place in the world, and the fleeting sense of belonging she had always yearned for. Anne listened intently, occasionally nodding or asking gentle questions, never pressing too hard.
