Everything is lost
“What else can I do? Everything is lost. First they take my house, then they take my land, they take our country! but, now this is enough, this is too much. Now we fight back for the thing that means the most, my children” I whimper through my sobs of despair, wishing that I meant every word.
“Why don’t you?” she beams down enthusiastically. But I’m not in the mood. I yearn for time on my own, hoping that she’ll want nothing to do with us, identical to the other selfish white settlers. She debates on “I’ve tried but I can’t even get the other nurses to believe me. Coming from you though, they could help you. I hope you don’t mind but I have observed your doings for a quite some time.” She pauses for a moment and blushes her now rosy red cheeks in embarrassment before sharply adding “Only for a few days” she takes a deep breath obviously ashamed before now sheepishly continuing you are very brave you could tell everyone how they have mistreated you and start a protest and get your children back. This offer intrigues me as a play the empathetic words back in the misery of my once content mind. I look up to her face to see if she believes that I could pull it off she’s gazing down at me eager for a response but expecting the opposing option . Our eyes finally met as I saw what this encouraging outsider saw in the mirror. She was pale as a piece of plain paper, her bright blue eyes lit up the rest of her bare face. Unlike the other nurses who had bright blonde hair, her head was plain. I must have been staring because she abruptly exclaimed “I cut it off for cancer development I hope they find a cure.” I’m shocked how was someone cutting of all their hair going to help people find out what repairs cancer she must have noticed my puzzled look people like her are lovely to be around they know when you aren’t understanding something and instantly know how to fix your problem “they donate money to find a cure for cancer if someone pitches in to help” I see how fantastic she must be to everyoneand I think I should be like her and help everyone’s suffering “ where’s the nurses compound” she is defiantly taken aback by my unexpected answer she throws her arm over her shoulder signalling for me to follow her. At the compound a explain the cruelty of the government stealing our children they shocked and constantly muttering thing like no they wouldn’t would they? All through my small story they gasped then once I had finished they thanked me for telling them so asked them the one favour I needed to know the answer strait “no” my heart immediately sank.
Also at the time…….
I was trying to rock around in the cramped small pew to get some space but my feeble attempts failed once again. I was looking at my card that dad gave me I first looked were we were at and soon after the end just I the few more words and I’m out. “Go in peace” I was out of the pew and sprinting towards the open doors but the priest went on “after one last hymn.” Too late I cheerfully sang in my head. The fasterI run the closer I am to my new friend he’s the friendliest person I’ve ever meet it’s so sad how his parents died but he manages to fake a happy smile when I’m around. Today is really sad it’s exactly a week since Yuklo found out his parents passed. It also makes me feel sad and I’m still devastated about my mum leaving to be a nurse I know it’s a good cause but aren’t I better than being a nurse.No I have to get that out of my head it’sterrible to think about. I’m teary by the time I reach the back of the orphanage he notices strait away people like her are lovely to be around they know when you aren’t understanding something and instantly know how to fix your problem. “Your mum will be back soon” at that the ground next around us rumbles shake the repetitive sound of marching rings out through my ears for a split second we share the same astounded expression until we both shriek “MUM”
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By Ben Hardy