Today is also a peaceful day in the young lady’s room.

In the languid afternoon with a warm spring breeze blowing in, I visited the young lady’s room with snacks and saw her sitting at her desk, focused on something.

“Fold it once to the left.”

Muttering to herself, the young lady was fumbling with a large piece of paper and nodded, moving her hand once more.

“To the left again…”

The young lady puckered her lips and focused. Seeing her engrossed in something incredibly profound, I killed the sound of my footsteps and approached …