Laus returned home as dusk fell, taking the last bus to his village with a heavy sack of goods. The sky was turning orange-red, a sign that the sun was about to set.
"Father! You're home!" shouted Lano, running to greet his father with sparkling eyes, hoping that the man would bring him something delicious to eat. His face was full of hope, like a child waiting for a gift.
"Yes, son. I brought a lot of things. Here, take them inside," said Laus as he handed over several plastic bags that he had put together in a large plastic container. His hands were shaking slightly from the fatigue of carrying heavy loads throughout the journey.
Smelling the aroma of food from one of the plastic bags, Lano immediately brought it into the house enthusiastically and gave it to his mother to put on a plate and serve.
"Mom! Mom! Dad brought delicious food!" he shouted happily as he ran towards the kitchen.
