It was horrible. We didn't have time to blink. We didn't have time to breath! Everyday seemed weaker and worse by the minute. The only thing we did was eat the dirt or call my husband. We knew when it was morning or night. When the dirt is shining so much , it means it's morning. But when it gets so quiet and dark,it means its night. My grand-daughter was shivering a lot. I touched her face. Warm tears came out rapidly from her eyes. I comforted her that everything's going to be ok and that your father will come home soon and we'll be safe and sound. But I knew it was impossible.
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