Looking at this brand-new building, Alka smiled.
The Holy Mother has changed houses again.
Of course, that's not quite right to say.
Every time Alka comes to this building amid the wheat fields, there are changes.
Sometimes it's just a small thatched hut, sometimes it looks like a farm.
Alka has even seen it resemble a ranch once.
And this time has it turned into an estate?
The laughter of children echoed.
Before Alka reached the wheat field, a few children emerged.
Among them was the one most familiar with Alka, the little girl who always made Alka call her sister.
"Alka, you're here."
Alka nodded, walked over, and lifted her off the ground.
While at it, he picked up the other child who seemed unfamiliar, holding one in each hand as he walked toward the estate.
The other child seemed to have never seen Alka, tilted her head, and kept staring at him.
"Who is this child? Why haven't I seen her before?"
Alka looked at the little girl and asked.
