“Edita, Edita … Blessed head count! Do you know why it takes so long?” “Well…” “Because we’re all still here. We haven’t lost a single child since September. Do you understand? More than five thousand people in the family camp have died from disease, starvation, or exhaustion since September.” Dita sadly nods her head. “But not a single child from Block Thirty-One! We’re succeeding, Edita. We’re doing it.” Dita gives him a sad smile of victory. If only her father were there so she could tell him.
