Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsbenevolent, with which we had good understanding sincein the beginning.The next day, through a telegram we told our familythe place we where. After two days, the older daughterentered. We felt the presence of the normal life that wesaw now as buried forever. We learned that Meri was tomy brother home, where my mother was. The mother wasfelt terribly badly by the news. But except us she was preoccupiedfor the girls too. Meri was as shocked as she couldnot go to school the next day. She asked the grandmother:Is there any worse thing than this? This is similar to death!And the mother wise and smart and softly said to her: Ohmy daughter, life is full of bad things! But we have to bear.The bad never ends. Only death is incurable because withit everything ends.” She heard her words that looked likebalsam for her wounds. “I was so happy, but I ‘m so poornow, grandmother! Tell me, will they turn back again betweenus? Will I hear again their voice? Will I feel theircaress, their advice their scorns. Tell me that one day theywill come back. Lie me if you can, and I will try to believeyou, because without this hope and belief I have impossibleto wait.The mother with her kindness indulged her hair as thetime she was a little girl said: You don’t know what thefuture brings; You have no reason to loose your hopes.You have your life in front of you. Only wait. You are notalone. We will pass this altogether.After the consultation we saw reasonable that Meriturned back in home, with the grandmother, to be moreindependent and to save the house too. But we couldn’t.I am just telling that after we left, those executing the156