Emre:
Dad and I had decided to take the baby back to her mother or father, or whoever was left of her family. I remembered Dad telling me that the baby’s mother was bitten by a wild one, so I wasn't sure if she had survived.
“Just a little more towards the big tree,” Dad said, leading me behind the hills. He was carrying the baby while I held weapons in my hands.
“Dad! I'm grateful to you for standing up for me,” I said, making sure I wasn't missing any steps. It was a dangerous slope.
“But Emre, you need to stand up for yourself too. You are a warrior. How can you let anyone make you feel guilty when you know you haven't done anything wrong?” Dad argued in his calmest tone.
We weren't too worried about leaving the baby, as we knew her father would be waiting by the tree.
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