ichael and Joanna should have been perched on different sides of the dilapidating construction, playing, while Brianna should have been curled up

no one dared stop her. They knew that dark look on her face. On good days, she would chirp all day, greeting and conversing with the people

tly bent at the waist, and their knees curved, almost facing opposite ends. Their faces held care and concern,

imping up the three wooden s

e ans

e supposed to start screaming her name and j

the zinc front door open and stepped in

ile her heart pounded against her

she calle

ear-old Brianna answered fro

were good. Although they all didn't answer, Brianna

orward, a bit

ation into another space which was the mak

ate of rice. She couldn't help but smile sadly. She was happy they had

es, but as it is, she felt defeated and tired. At the same time though, looking at them, living with them gave her strength to keep living in this i

ey no longer needed her and would then move on wit