Special Christmas: Miria and Darisha – Part 2

“Do you want me to carry you?” Darisha offered in the middle of their walk.

Miria was startled. “Eh?! N-No thank you, Auntie. I-I can still walk,” it was kind of the older woman to offer her, but it just didn’t fit her at all being carried when she can still walk. Although the hot pavement was quite unbearable for her sole, she would not accept that offer to save the older woman’s pride.

“Oh who am I kidding?” Darisha muttered, rolling her eyes before stopping and putting off her sandals. “Here, honey, wear these.”

“B-But those are your sandals, aren’t they?” Miria said.

“It’s fine. Just a few minutes walking to the house, I can hold that much. Come, sweetheart. Don’t be shy,” Darisha said, pointing to the white sandals on the ground and insisted that she wears it.

Miria looked hesitant at first, but since she remembered that this kind woman beside