The refugee camp was bustling with activities and preparations for the feast which was almost at the corner, it was just three days to the day of the feast.
Everyone was excited for the feast, and the people gathered together to share meals and enjoy each other's company.
When the night came, it was a night of laughter, music, and celebration, a moment of joy in a place that had seen so much hardship.
Among these happy people was Angeline, however, she couldn't fly her wings and express her happiness.
"Angeline, are you staring out the window and smiling all alone again? Come on, it's time for us to join the other maidens in dance practice." Lilian spoke as she practically ran into the room.
Her hair was put in a bun, and she had a linen rope tied around her waist, with her flowered skirt down around her knees. Looking at her, one can see she was in a dance mood. But the Angeline she was speaking to was out of place, smiling all by herself.