She bit her lower lip as her eyes misted up.
Her heart melted into a gooey, syrupy, molten mass of hopefulness.
It amazed her the way her friend had packed the bags to the brim.
“Just something small for you”, she had said.
But oh! how these ‘little nothings’ that her friend had sent her nurtured her soul.
They were a feast that would see her through the barren, parched month she was traversing.
These showers of friendly generosity nourished her.