Marona's POV That night I was struggling to remember my Mom's face. So I checked the diary and looked at the photo of her. There was one relief, I was forgetting things but I was also able to recall them again if something is reminding me about them. Like a diary, which was keeping my memories alive. I always used to keep it near me so whenever I see it, I open it and refresh my memory. But I was scared that I was going to lose everything soon because the loss of memory was getting severe. I was about to close the diary but then the note fell down, it was the same note which Mom gave me. It had details about the way to the tribe. I was reading it when Mrs. Nair came to my room. The room which belonged to her daughter Devi and I'll always be grateful that she trusted me enough to let me stay there. She was looking devastated by Mrs. Nair's death. "Hi, how are you doing?"She sat beside me. "Good!"I looked at her confused. She never came to my room that late. "Miguel, I want to
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