"You seem just as excited as I was when I finished it," Harok said, going to sit on one of the rocks. "It was great working on it that I didn't bother getting any sleep."
"Really?" I looked at him, surprised. He gave up his sleep just to do this?
I looked at the bowl.
It was sizable, around the size of a cereal bowl. It was made out of wood and though it had been made with such crude materials, it had a smooth feeling in and out.
He must've used something like sandpaper to smooth the sides after having carved it so well.
The bowl wasn't a perfect oval, and a part of it was crooked, dipping lower than the other side, but I bet this is one of the best works he's ever done in his life, and it's his first time.
Gosh, I'm suffering, feeling so emotional, thinking of how hard he worked on this.
"Do you like it that much?" Harok asked, seeing my emotional expression and I nodded.
"You did such a fine job, I just can't help but feel moved," I said and this old man laughed.
