The little girl didn't know where she was going, every time her sister cried she did her best to calm her down. She had no water to wash and was even afraid to do so because Emma was so small, she did not want her to catch a cold. Fortunately, she had wipes to clean her. She had seen how the nurse had handled it so she could pull through.But they needed a roof to fall asleep because even if she had the anger to protect her sister, she was starting to get tired and with the dark sky on their heads, it was obvious that it was getting late. She needed to secure them a safe place for the night. She'll think about it later for the moment she shouldn't stay out late at night…her mother always told her that.She gritted her teeth. What mother? Not this woman who abandoned them coldly, she will never consider this woman as their mother again today she is dead and buried.She walked for a while before finding herself in front of an encampment that was surrounded by barbed wire and wooden stake
Jeanne didn't know where to start or if she even had to. Still, she found herself in a situation where she had to provide an explanation and therefore, she didn't have a choice. In short, it wouldn't be as complicated as she might imagine in the worst case, the woman would just report them and in the best case, she would be sure to be able to stay with her sister.Her dad always told her that bets weren't good but now, she had to do it hoping her dad wouldn't be too upset.Jeanne sighs and looks at Emma sleeping peacefully, she has just been born but she has already had a good dose of adventures, which she knows would not have happened to just anyone. She smiles from the belly of this woman her little Emma has always been wonderful and it was not about to change.She turned her attention back to the woman who was waiting for an explanation and told herself that in a way, she was right. It is not common to find an 11-year-old child in the vicinity of her house with an infant in her arms
After this night, which she would describe as providential, Jeanne discovered that the camp in which she had ended up stopping was that of immigrants who had fled wars in their country.The state and the city of Central had allocated this land to them so that people from their country could come and live there until the situation at home calmed down and they could return.Of course, it didn't always go as well as they wanted because the native inhabitants often showed xenophobia against them. The small community of ''El Pazo'' is an area that was often subject to attacks from young people of the city who liked to come and intimidate the inhabitants of this small community.The many gangs that had developed here came to impose taxes on them that they had to pay if some wanted to continue to carry out their businesses and activities.The police and the authorities who said they were much too overwhelmed could do nothing for them so they ended up marginalized and exploited by the natives;
Nancy had rushed to their side taking Emma's temperature on the back of her hand. And indeed, the little one was really burning with fever, at this level we could no longer simply speak of a moderate rise in temperature, no it was a real horse fever."Run quickly and get me a thermometer"Jeanne trembling from head to toe had taken a relatively long moment of reaction which annoyed Nancy. Even if she could understand that the teenager was going through a difficult time in her life, she did not want this to impact on the future, she had to be reactive immediately to provide care for her sister."Jeanne"The latter had jumped, Nancy's voice finally reaching her brain, she looked panicked at Nancy who clapped both hands in front of her face.“Do you understand yourself? You mustn't pass this worry on to Emma, she's in enough pain already… now you calm down and go get me the thermometer… then you go get Uncle Renzo and bring him here understood? »Jeanne, who was shaking like a leaf, jus
Renzo had finished preparing a concoction for Emma while the little girl, much smaller than children of her age if we had to compare, was in her sister's arms.The latter could well feel the heat emanating from her sister's body and it frightened her. The temperature she felt at her touch was already such that she was suffocating so she can't even imagine what her little Emma must be feeling. But in her way of moaning, she must be in a lot of pain and it makes her want to cry.She kissed her forehead trying to sing her lullabies but her sister continued to writhe in pain, her flushed skin making her image even more ominous.Renzo made her drink the medicine which she imagined to be bitter given the way Emma twisted her face. But she was forced to drink it all and once done, after a few minutes, the temperature began to drop, Jeanne heaving a reassuring sigh.Emma went back to sleep as the other people in the room were about to go home."Here Nancy when she wakes up make her drink this
Emma had been blowing hot and cold with her condition for a week, they had already tried everything from drugs for malaria, urinary infection, typhoid fever and even teething, women around , Renzo and even the men were all hard at work to bring a solution to the illness of their little princess as they liked to call Emma in the camp. She was the youngest in El Pazo, arrived when she was just a newborn, everyone saw her grow up, she slept in everyone's tents according to her moods and called all the old grandpa or granny. She was the child of the whole camp and when their baby was sick, they were all sad. They had even saved up to send her to a hospital in Central, but since her birth certificate had a note that she was a resident of the camp, the doctors had been reluctant to see her, saying that they couldn't. didn't have time. That's when Jeanne understood that social marginalizations were aberrations, a visibly dying child stood before them and they still had to discriminate among
Sometime later, the doctor who had softened in contact with the inhabitants of the small community had returned several times and had even taken a liking to the community offering regular visits to examine the inhabitants.For many, it was thanks to Emma their little blessing.Speaking of the latter, she had vaguely recovered the aggravated symptoms of the disease had disappeared. However, the doctor continued to follow her, Jeanne asking him questions as time passed.One thing that caught her attention was the difficulty Emma now had in expressing herself normally. It was as if her tongue was far too heavy for her mouth and made articulating words difficult. Her voice was deep and the words felt heavy to listen to. It was not normal.“That's what I said a month ago… cases of bacterial meningitis cause sequelae which may differ depending on the individual… for others they will have mental confusion, these are the cases where this does not happen. It's not very serious but there's like
Despite the huge tuition fees, Jeanne had not given up hope of putting Emma in a special school, especially when her sister came back in the evening with scratches on her face.Every time she asked, Emma just shook her head Jeanne thought it was because both of them hadn't mastered sign language yet. It had only been two months since Doctor Valum's friend had arrived at their camp. The majority of the locals had wanted to learn because they didn't want to be left out of possible communication with Emma.Only the old folks and a few others found it unnecessary because you didn't have to learn to sign to communicate feelings. Cliché apologies like Sebastian used to say.Emma was in kindergarten, and even if she had told her teacher not to worry because Emma's handicap was not going to impact the education she was going to give to the other students, she was certain that her teacher would have been reluctance and kind of rejection towards her sister.But she preferred to stay positive ima