She was an 8 year old small pretty girl who used to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She was carried and thrown in a crowd which was new to her. She was thronged along with the other children like a herd supervised to maze the grass. The flock constituted of several children ranging from 3 to 12 years. Many of them were crying, a few were weeping, a few were smiling but almost everyone was terrified as they were forcefully picked up from various places and gathered in an outlandish place filled with solitude and jeopardy. She along with the other buds was taken to another place in the same lodge.

When she crossed a room, there was a huge cry from the room. It was a girl crying aloud with a plea tormented out of her; the voice exhibited a mixed reaction of extreme fear and prolonged agony. She beseeched earnestly “Please, I will practice it the way you taught me. Stop hitting me.” Her heart went for a ride hearing the weeping from the room. It posed a threat from within her and she caught hold of a hand which of next to her. She looked up to see the face of the person whose hand she clung. It was another girl who was equally terrified. Since she was not familiar with the other girl, she decided to withdraw her hand.

As she was propelled further, she noticed a thin girl standing outside a room with her hand holding on to the door for fortification and leaning obliquely against the wall. The girl looked highly attenuated and was suffering from some kind of health complication. She saw her puking her liver out. As she proceeded by, she noticed the emaciated girl’s eye watering; it was accompanied by mucous secretions from her nose. She understood that the skin and bone girl could not bear the agony. Out of excruciating pain the girl gradually progressed to sit down with her hand pressing her stomach in order to alleviate her aggravating anguish. She looked at the unhealthy girl and felt bad for her.

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