ZARYA’S POV

While walking on the bumpy road of the Water Pack, I sensed that someone was looking at me. When I gazed the right way, I saw a kid peeking behind the tree. Her hands were dirty and her face was dusty. I slowly stepped forward, went to him, and smiled at him.

“Hey.”

He gradually showed me his features. He was just wearing shorts, with no clothes on his upper body. “Where’s your mother?”

“House. She’s washing clothes.”

“She washes your clothes?”

“Yes.” Her little voice was so cute.

“How many clothes do you have?”

“One.”

“Only one?” I was surprised, but I did not let him notice...