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It is the cruelest fate for the gray-haired to bury the dark-haired.
It was not the reaction a normal child would have to pain. Then again, perhaps there could be no normal children raised in an age of war.
What was it that people said about mothers having a sixth sense? Sometimes she seemed to see my heart even before I did.
One could live with almost anything, so long as they had something to live for.
Later, though, I would wish I had stayed longer. Woken them up, held them close. Given them the chance to say a proper goodbye. But such things only occur to you in hindsight, framed by the before and after of everything you’ve endured; when it is still happening, all you care about is what lies ahead.
It was like telling someone that you’d dreamed of them; even if there was little meaning to it, it still felt too intimate.