Moving the sludge on her plate around, she grimaced.
The lunch hall was filled with quiet murmuring and on the occasion the clicks of silverware. Emma wished she's payed more attention to her old history class instead of sleeping. With the up coming war in the horizon, many were given rations and with the case of the orphanage, there were simply too many children.
While moving what appeared to be an uncooked carrot, Emma suddenly got an idea.
"You what?"
Showing no hesitation, Emma clenched onto the worn basket determinedly. "I asked if I could start a garden in the back yard."
paused on the dishes and looked between the unusable vegetable scraps to the barren waste land outside. She recalled a time very long ago when her late husband tended to his garden religiously as much as his orphanage. Sadly, after his passing despite her best efforts the garden had wilted to nothing and had become a shell of its former glory, much like the building it's self.
Ugh, she was going to need another drink.
The woman sighed, "Alright, but I highly doubt that anything would sprout."
The next day the two would stand infront of an overflowing garden filled to the brim with a wide variety of produce. Jaw slacked, asked the shocked Emma if she had had any gardening experience, to which the child, unable to speak shook her head no.
Later a few of the staff with experience would try to tend to the place, however a week later a majority of the plants had begun to wilt however when Emma began to tend to them they had bounced back to life. Odd, but not question this good fortune, the Directress placed child in charge, much to the disbelief of the staff.
The yard became more alive than ever and over a bowl of thick kale soup, wondered if her beloved husband was still watching over them.