“But, I wanna go out and play,” Shane wined. He drug a plaid sleeve across his runny nose, looking up hopefully.
Sheyla looked down on her little brother with pity in her eyes. “Not gonna happen little bro. Mom would kill me if I let you go out there in the freezing.”
“Mom’s not here though. She left.”
Sheyla often forgot, even here in the shelter, that they had been abandoned. She wanted to forget. The pain receded when she forgot.
It always came back.
“Still, let’s stay in until you feel better.”
She pulled him close, and tried to forget.
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