The gentle dawn awakens every sleeping child.
Except for the Sussex people.
In winter, they rarely see the dawn.
As more factories appeared in Camden District and other places, the Sussex sky changed color.
From a blanket of white fog to gray smog.
The magnificent sound of bells wakes up the surrounding residents, including those in the Holy Hall.
Adam, who had spent the night restless in the woodshed, got up.
The door was violently pushed open.
The nun in white, cold-faced, placed a wooden basin and towel for washing on the small wooden table by the wooden bed, then took out the steaming black bread from her bosom.
Natasha was about to toss the bread onto the table, but when she saw how dusty it was, she took off her headscarf and laid it down, then dropped the bread.
From start to finish, she hadn't said a word, and her pale face was as cold as the glaciers back home.
But Adam knew his sister's heart was warm.
Just like this steaming large bread.
