Day 18

Mother, why are we leaving?

Mother! My doll, it fell on the ground!

Mother! What about father?! What about big brother?!

Mother... why is your arm so black?

Mother?

Are you awake?

...


Father! Brother! I knew you-

...

Why are your arms so black?


...


Are you sleeping?


M-Mother? My arms are black... it hurts.


Will I be okay?


Why aren't any of you awake yet?


Mother?

Father?

Brother?

I-It hurts...

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