Mother said the sick must not stay with the healthy. The temple's old monk said the well had run dry, that people could live underground now. The adults took the upper level. We took the lower. But then everyone fell ill.
We played Statues.
Mother said, as long as you can still move, there will come a day you can leave. She also said to keep moving forward. Don't look back.
But I want to look back. I want to see if Mother is coming.
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