"With a 'click,' the heavy security door was opened by the old lady. 'What are you saying? Of course, this is my house, bought with my own savings.'
At this time, Tuba cried louder and louder, even breaking a sweat on his forehead. His performance was very convincing.
'Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, girl? Is this your child or not? Crying like this, why aren't you comforting him?'
The old lady, without waiting for an answer, reached out and took Tuba, gently swaying him in rhythm while humming a lullaby of an unknown origin.
As she watched Tuba's cries gradually weaken in her arms, her tightly furrowed brows slowly unraveled.
Once Tuba stopped crying completely, the old lady carried him as she slowly made her way inside. 'He must have been hungry, I told you so. Young people nowadays are useless, they don't even know how to take care of a child. Did you bring formula? I have hot water at home.'
Anna followed in her footsteps into the house, surprised by the interior decor.
