ITS BEEN FOUR HUNDRED YEARS since the world first became unzoned.
People have forgotten how the time before was. Nor do they care to remember.
But Elian does....
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Many years ago, Winnie's mother used to be beautiful.
She had long, wavy brown hair and huge green eyes.
So beautiful she was, that people gasped when she walked down the streets. She had many admirers.
Now she was sick. And old. And Winnie tried to take care of her as much as she could.
In a small apartment, on top of an Art Gallery where Winnie's father worked, her mother laid on the bed wrapped in different blankets to keep her warm.
Winnie carried a bowl of freshly made noodles upstairs to her mother.
When she came in, her mother was staring at the ceiling. The television was on. Some kind of documentary playing on the TV.
Winnie looked nothing like her mother. She had her father's icy blue eyes, and dark black hair- which she cut short below her ears and added on fringes to, covering her forehead.
Winnie cleared her throat. "Mom, have this."
Her mother looked at her blankly. Winnie set the bowl of noodles on the nightstand and helped her sit up. Then she placed the bowl on her lap.
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched her mother eat.
"You didn't go school today?" Her mother asked Winnie as she ate.
Winnie shook her head. She hadn't gone to school for three days in a row now, but her mother didn't need to know.
Yesterday when her mother asked, she said it was Sunday so she didn't had school.
Her mother didn't question her. Even though Winnie said the same thing to her the day before.
Winnie was worried that if she went to school her mother would go mad.
Her dad was busy downstairs, working most of the time. Her mother was alone up here.
The doctor had said that if her mother spent much time alone, she could get a severe memory illness.
Winnie feared her mother already was having the symptoms of it.
