Soon, Macy arrived at the welfare home, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She hadn’t been there in a long while, and now, standing before the gates, nostalgia and warmth swept over her. The familiar walls of the old building stood quietly in the morning light, their paint slightly faded but still welcoming.
The atmosphere buzzed with excitement—families chatting, children laughing, volunteers moving in and out. There were people of all ages gathered at the entrance, some accompanied by family members, others arriving alone but smiling brightly as they prepared to take part in the day’s activities.
Macy inhaled deeply and walked forward. A cheerful staff member at the gate handed her a clipboard and a pen. “Please fill in your information, ma’am,” she said with a kind smile.
Macy
