the other side of the hill
I grabbed the crawling baby, despite her protests, and I directed Elimu towards the house. Mother was standing there, looking at us, unmoving and silent. Her sad smile was the last thing I saw, before the wooden door shut behind us. I was thankful, when I saw the trap door open. I wouldn’t have to drop the baby first.
I made Elimu go down first, while I made a careful descent behind him.
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