Bab 272: Sometimes, a hug is all you need.

Mom poured the porridge into bowls. 

Most of our stuff were destroyed and were now in rubbles. Since it was night, we didn't have anyone to clean the stuff and rebuild. 

I couldn't wait to see the landlord's face. He'd probably flip and demand money for this, though I doubt that'd happen. 

Then again, I guess we could always rebuild. I was just glad everyone was okay. 

I felt terrible for the ones who died and their family though. But this was life, one day you were here, the next, you weren't. 

It was really hard to accept that, even now… but this was reality. 

I took a sip, I never really liked porridge but this wasn't bad. I still didn't like the food but seeing everyone smile and just eat, almost made me smile. 

The scent almost made me feel nostalgic. In the end, the days that went by were the best days, and the days yet to come were more and more...