Capítulo 147: Destination

Zamian, Little Zami, and Mira sat at the dining table. The room was quiet, save for the soft clinking and clanking of their cutlery, creating a peaceful, family-like atmosphere. The air was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cooked food, drifting through the room like an invisible thread that made everything feel just a little more special.

Mira occasionally placed food onto Little Zami's plate, and the child smiled up at her with sincere gratitude. The moments of quiet contentment were broken only by the soft murmur of their voices and the sounds of food being served.

"Mom, the food is so, so yummy!" Little Zami exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. She practically bounced in her seat as she took another bite of her meal.