Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundstheir leaving, she saw one time her mother and the otherher father. The unlucky her parents!One of them said to her: Keep yourself and wear, andhelp the others to gather the stuffs. He spoke in a soft tuneand it drew my attention: “How is it possible? Or is he aparent too, and imaging his child in the same conditions,suddenly made him feel “human”. My inner monologuewas interrupted by his question:-Where will the girl stay?- At my brother’s home, or sister’s, or there whereshe can still be kept - I answered.- Go first to your aunt, then decide - said to the girl.She was that moment like a baby that wanted to beprotected, or she wanted to protect us?-Wear and come with me to accompany me-said thesame person-Where is the aunt home?She saw frightened but when we approved she left accompaniedby him. We trust that “person” to our daughterthat moment. When we were leaving my sister withmy daughter came. She was so shocked. We said her totake care of Meri. But Meri these words made her sufferterribly.She cried in a terrible way. Her crying must havedomesticated even the wildest beasts of the forest butnot the executors of the decision. She hugged us anddidn’t like to go, then the operative cried in a loud voice:- Hurry up we don’t have time to wait - while the neighborthat alarmed asked what have happened he said: Gohome and shut up.148