125 – The Little One

Barry's loud cries filled the room again after three days of us being able to seize the house.

"Be patient, little one." Kat put cloth diapers on the baby. The girl had just cleaned the tiny human.

"How is he?" Seb, who had just fed Manu, asked. "Is he still having diarrhea?"

Kat nodded. "And now he's so pale."

"Surely what we give him is not suitable for his body." Seb sighed, looking at the closed window that was twitching a bit from the stormy wind outside. "But we also don't know what to replace it with and where to find it."

Kat just closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Seb turned to his son, who was huddled in a corner with dark bags under his eyes. Seb's stewed jerky soup beside him was completely untouched.

"You have to eat, Eric." Seb said with a slight smile. "Or do you want me to make something else?"

Eric averted his eyes.

It seems that normalcy is not going to return any time soon.