Those little ones.
Just imagining that a moment would come when I wouldn’t see Sasha or Andre again blurred my vision all over again. And I hated myself for that — for being so weak and feeling so attached to children who had nothing to do with me.
And I hated myself even more because in that moment I wished I had never gone out to help when Andre appeared at my door — but I immediately regretted the thought. Just thinking that Sasha might have gotten sick, or Andre might have been hungry, and…
It took me more than half an hour to get out of the bathtub, but when I did, I no longer felt numb. The pain in my body had faded enough that I could dry myself calmly, and the bandages on my right arm and shoulder were gone — I had removed them to bathe. I had bled a little again. Looking at mys
