I watch her sleep from the doorway, watching fondly as her little chest rises and falls, a ratty stuffed bear at her side. Sometimes, I am extremely grateful that she can't remember when this all started. That she can't remember the people we lost.
Those things keep me up at night, and I'm a grown man. She's six. She didn't deserve any of this.
When she was two, her mother was caught by the disease. I'll never forget plugging my wife's skull with a couple .45 caliber bullets while she screamed from her crib.
She had the luck to forget.
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