Reyne stacked her clothes in the little closet she was rewarded with. She had wondered if she might have to sew herself a cloth bag to keep her clothes in like previously. But excitement hit her hard when she realized that she not only was given a bedroom but also a little bit of furniture that was enough for her.
The room was small, bigger than her expectation, notwithstanding. It was colored in light pink and printed with colorful butterflies. It contained a small bed that was neatly made with two rectangular pillows draped in pink covers, whole.
There were two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a dressing table with a shining mirror, and a small circular table between the chairs. There was a medium-sized window with fleecy big curtains and no pictures on the wall.
She shut the doors and got up with a rustle. Reyne had to get up early in the morning so she could set up her room and prepare breakfast for her dad and herself. She admired the peach-colored walls of their little house while she waddled her legs towards the kitchen.
Even the cooking cabinet was awesome. It was bigger than what they had in their previous house. That was a petite apartment, and this was a bungalow with three rooms and a common bathroom. Reyne couldn't remember living in a better house than this.
Anyways, she pulled out a pan, the jar of oil, and some eggs from the refrigerator. Her father preferred scrambled eggs with spring onions and sprinkled pepper powder. She removed the cooked egg onto a plate and placed it on the small circular dining table outside the kitchen in the left corner.
Reyne went to her father's room and calmly knocked upon the door. She waited for five seconds and then knocked again, "The breakfast is ready, Dad," she spoke, and the door opened.
She bowed her head in respect for her father and smiled at him, "Good morning, Daddy. The breakfast is ready." She smilingly batted her lashes while her daddy shook his head in understanding.