The baby was screaming again.
Every day. Pretty much all day, the baby screamed.
Truth was if she’d known about all this, then she might had changed her mind about it all. But no-one asked her. Even if they had, they wouldn’t have understood her. She spoke a language that had few interpreters in this place. Someone, somewhere needed to get the message before it was too late.
Carefully opening her eyes, she glanced around to see if she could attract some attention. Nobody around.
Her baby sister was hungry again. She knew that even if her mom didn’t.
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