Back at home, the two children were by themselves.
Ena stared out of the window at the empty streets and recalled what the streets were like before the attack in her hometown. Ean on the other hand seemed too busy to notice the difference. He was young and preferred playing over worrying. Ena noticed some men passing with their carts and wondered where Father was and how was his trade going. One of the men looked just like father. She almost opened the window and shouted to him when Ean interrupted her attempt.
"Sister! Can we not go and meet Aunt Jennie?"
The thought of their aunt saddened her.
"No". She replied sorrowfully.
"We cannot go, not today, not till Father returns."
"hmmm." He did not like being told a no, but today, surprisingly, he went back to his toys without making a fuss.
Ena turned to the window to see the street deserted now. The carts, the men, their goods had all disappeared. The street was clear as far as her sight allowed her to see. She stayed in her place to see if any other people would pass by. But none did.
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Despair vs. Hope
Historia CortaHow the tiniest objects can sometimes help us stay hopeful when we most need to stay strong. But, we ourselves might not be the ones noticing these. And when we are made to notice, we must hold onto these.
