you parents never tell you how they saved you. you never ask.
they dont have the money. it's a constant problem, something with no solution. your father was the son of a farmer, your mother the daughter of a retired government officer. they scrape enough to lov comfortably, but not valiantly. he begs his brothers to pool money.
please, he says, desperately on the phone. she might not- she might not survive-
your father's brothers hop on the plane. it doesnt take them long to come. your father kneels in front of god for the very first time that day. he prays to whoever up there will listen,
save her. save her. i might not survive if you dont.
