"It was during a raging tempest, that's all I recall of the incidence. The precipitation pelting downward like stones on the tiled roofing. Unflagging chinking against the ceramics always consistent, it's amusing that I can remember that, I wasn't even under a roof. It started like any other day; awaken prior to anyone else in the house. Setting the bucket on the windowsill to gather water, putting the kettle on so it'd be ready when the rest woke. I slip on my thatch shoes, dust that had accumulated on the ground from last night's rest was stirred up by my movement and lazily floated about the abode. My family wasn't the richest of folks, but thank the divinities we weren't penurious. It was my duty to cater for the household along with my sister, Helena. We provided for our mother, who was struck with an ailment and bedridden along with our two youthful siblings. Both little ladies, born three years ago in Summer's End.
I wordlessly crept out the door and off to work and after my duty period was over Iwould head home the same way Iinvariably did, through the backstreets where it was shadowed so I wouldn't be hit with the heat of the sun. I was a street corner away from home before someone put a hand over my mouth and Ifelt a burning sensation at the base of my backbone, white-hot. The anguish was so vast that Ididn't even make a sound as Ifell to the ground. I felt cold, and not just because Ifell into a growing puddle of rainwater, but my last moments were of images on how my family would subsist…. It was simple… they wouldn't. That's when Ithought all my work was over…. until..