‘Papa, when will we see ma’?, the little girl asks the bearded man, patting her near-toddler brother.
‘As soon as the rain stops ‘ he looks emptily at the pouring rain, poking holes in the blue plastic of their make-shift shelter. He feels helpless, yet he couldn’t let hope extinguish. Hopelessness is contagious. He couldn’t let gloom cloud his little girl. She was already anxious.
He hears tearful tales of bridges collapsing, men floating, villages gulped down by the raging river from rescued homeless refugees .He prays for his wife to be the lucky exception. He sees her in his dreams . That cherished smile.
He doesn’t wait for food anymore, it reminds him of his prison-term, people jostling to get a plateful of slippery meal.
He hears a happy uproar in the camp ground . ‘Come, we are having a feast today, a Samaritan has generously contributed to our cause ‘, a cheerful new neighbor announces through the rattling plastic door. The little girl smiles, fuel enough for papa to keep the flames burning. For one more day.
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