If You Don’t Want to Go to Sleep, Close Your Eyes: Chapter 9

…Mother frantically patched the holes in the walls of our hut through her laughter and smiles.  I moved to help her before the rains made their way here. She saw me and her eyes dropped with a slight sadness I did not expect, but she kept to her work, still smiling.  We tore strips of my tiny old clothes and tied them together to use as ropes to hold the fallen sides together. She worked on the inside and I worked on the outside.

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