Chapter 152. Catching Wind

Fenella’s POV

Back to present day…

“Oof,” I exhaled from my mouth after placing the boxes containing used books that I would sell at the bazaar this time. I wiped a drop of sweat from my forehead. 

Since about 9 in the morning, I have been helping my mother prepare our bazaar stand for fundraising. The air still felt freezing cold, but we were determined to raise money to hold a Christmas celebration at the hospital for children. This was one last effort to get donations for Christmas gifts and medical expenses. 

“I think that's all, Mom,” I said to my mother. 

She rearranged the pretty trinkets for home decor on the table, covered with a red tartan cloth. “Thank you, dear,” she said with her characteristic smile. 

My mother was indeed not young anymore, but there was still some beauty left on her face. Her skin was porcelain white but is now adorned with black spots as a sign of aging. Her facial skin had become wrinkled,