100 Days in Village - part 2

I thought it was a usual day, unaware of the little guy who kept following me all day, without my notice.

That day was a market day, which happens once a week. The village had been bustling with activity, so lively. The air was filled with the scent of fresh earth, a peaceful contrast to the busy world.

As usual, after returning from the village, I freshened up. After dinner, I decided to go to bed early that night. I forgot to...