Donations

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter", Samsara called, without looking up from the countless boxes and crates before her, sorting all kinds of supplies.

"Uhm... is this the donation place?"

Samsara looked up and saw a young man trying to hide within the doorframe.

"Yes!"

"I don't have much", he muttered, looking down.

"Every bit helps", Samsara assured him with a smile.

He nodded and rolled a travelling suitcase into the room.

"You accept clothing, yes?"

"Everything!"

She waved at a corner of the room.

"Please put them over there, we'll sort them through later."

The man nodded and did as instructed. Samsara caught a glimpse of the clothes he unpacked and she was certain that he was donating fashion design projects.

"Uhm...", he began.

"Yes?"

"Do you... need help... sorting?"

"I'd appreciate that!"