If Only Papa Hadn't Danced (continuation)
The next morning, we awoke to the sound of the woman calling for us to come outside as she had cooked breakfast. We tried to not think about yesterday's events and focused on our current plan - to go to the next house. So we sat down and ate the food the woman had made, sadza. While we ate our breakfast, I noticed that there was another girl around my age sitting nearby. The girl was so pretty, with an innocent gaze, and I thought she had gone through bad times. Nervously, I approached her to ask for her story. She told me with a steady tone that she had lost her parents while crossing borders the day before we came. What a sad thing... I thought that we were all much luckier. In a rush of emotions, I lent her an outstretched hand, inviting the girl to tag along with us. After that, the woman hurriedly told us to hide in the underground. With an onslaught of thoughts jumbling my mind, I grabbed the girl’s hand and together with my family we rushed into a trapdoor that the