Stand and Watch

In the ruins of the paradise that Earth once was, a small settlement lives on meager resources. This is my home. We should be grateful for our lives, thankful to the Sky that it spared us from the Must, right? That's what the adults say. But few can distinguish between who in the end was lucky: the ones who caught it and slept, or the ones who escaped it and were left.
"Think positive," they say.
"Have hope," they say.
But hope can only go so far.
I can't "hope" my mother back to life, now that the Must has stolen her away from me.
They'd claim I'm only being cynical. They'd tell me to look up and "pray to the Sky!" But in a world like this, with a life like this, this thing called "hope" is worthless.