The alarm went off early. Nam woke up and as soon as possible they switched off the alarm. She hoped that her parents had heard nothing. Quickly she went under the shower to cleansing herself. The clothes on the chair were waiting for her to wear. Nam picked up a big plate, her silver offering plate, which was under the low table. Nam walked into the kitchen. A bag of cooked rice, three bags of small pieces of fruit and a bottle of water lay together in the refrigerator. A little further in the fridge were two bags with desserts. Nam grabbed the bags and the bottle and put them on the ornate plate. In the living room she was looking for a mat to lay on the ground. Nam walked through the muddy streets to the market. This night it had rained. At the market she bought some oranges. She smelled the papayas. The yellow-green papayas fragrant was delicious. They were almost ripe. Nam loved the sweet fruits. These papayas were not for the monks. The papayas were to big to give to the monks. The oranges were for the monks. She vowed to buy a papaya on the way back. Nam also bought a beautiful orchid at a stall full of flowers. She had to come back later for more flowers, she thought herself.