|Lazaro Eon|
"Thank you very much for helping us, Lazaro," Aunt Gina sincerely said, holding my hand so tight while giving me her warmest smile. I did the same in return.
The wrinkles on the side of her eyes was evident, her gray hair was braided to one side. She was the oldest and the leader of their tribe. And the only person who dared to get near to me, except for the children who doesn't know my past.
"It's nothing, Aunt Gina. It is only my duty. No need to thank me," I tell her. She shook her head, disagreeing to what I had said.
"No. You deserve it. Without you here, no one would even dare to visit our village," her raspy and staggering voice echoed on my ears once again. She inhaled a deep breath and I saw how the tears were starting to pool on her eyes.
"Even with the rumo
