"I'm home!" Sasha announced as soon as she got inside an old wrecked school bus by the foot of the forest. "You're back!" Five pairs of eyes stared back at her with anticipation. A couple of which were forced out of slumber. "I'm sorry I'm late. My boss required me to do overtime! It was a good thing that I still found an open bakery when I left work," she said, convinced she was a good liar as she put the bag of almost expired bread on the improvised table. But the kids, ages four to ten, burst her bubbles. "Where did you steal these from, Sasha?" "How much did you earn from getting people's wallets?" "Weren't you caught?" Three of her five siblings, not her blood siblings, asked one after the other. "Who told you I stole these?" she denied, of course, she didn't steal the bread but the money she used to buy them. Sasha recalled what she had to go through to be able to come home with something to feed the five children waiting for her. She waited the whole day patient
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