(Arata)
We said goodbye to Karsten's family. Raysir had already left, so I didn't get to see him, but Roshra hugged me like she was my best friend instead of Stella. She exchanged numbers with me and excitedly said.
"I will call you when I visit Marica, we can have a girl's night out." She was a makeup artist and it showed in the way she always had tons of it on.
"You are on." I placed my phone back in my handbag.
"Here, this is for you. I made this." Grandma Martina presented me with what seemed like a crocheted sea-green poncho.
I accepted it with gratitude. The wool was soft, and the stitching was in a wave-like pattern, complimenting the colour. My grandma had made me plenty of crocheted sweaters and shirts and I loved them.
"This is very beautiful and thoughtful of you. Thank you, Grandma Martina." My words seemed to have delighted her, for she stepped forward and hugged me.
