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His sharp eyes were trying to find a way quickly, and his hands pulled me away from the orphanage that had begun to burn.

And the sound of the gunfire from behind made my brother grab my hand more and more tightly and pass further.

"We have to go downtown," she cried without looking at me. I didn't answer and kept quiet while passing by.

We've been looking for a safe place for two hours, and we've seen a city that has some of its ruins destroyed. Finally,  we're married in an empty room, and I'm trying to sleep on a cold floor.

I woke up when the sun had risen, and I saw my sister-in-law sitting next to me.

I saw there were two loaves of bread, drinking water in front of us, and a cloth that covered my body.

"Let's go on walking today before the night; I hear the news of the pilgrims walking towards the city," said the brother. We ate and went on a journey that didn't have this purpose.

It's been three days since we walked without direction; my body has begun to weaken; my brother has started to get quieter; and we're running out of energy.

We were found by a group and brought into the group; they were very good, even though we were given food and shelter.

We met a man in very expensive clothes, inviting us to stay at his house.

We've given you everything you need here, even a job.

My brother was a maid there while he was a gardener.

Some of us did our best to survive in this huge house. Almost all the work of the maidens was given to us, leaving us no time for wives.

Until one night, I saw my sister coming out of the house owner's son's room crying with a white dress on her body.

When I saw it, I was angry, and I ended up kissing a boiled child, so that his face was broken, and he ended up in me, who was on the hook, exhausted, and a knife tore both my eyes.

I've been blind since then, and all my work was taken over by my brother—even all my sister did in silence.

Tomorrow, my brother led me out of the noble room, bound my right hand, and walked in the heavy snow.

"Where are we, sister?" I asked curiously.

"Save; I'll find someone who can heal you," said my sister as she walked.

I know my brother walked and pulled a snow truck for the sake of his assembly.

Two days passed, and everything was getting slower because of me. I could only apologize and blame myself.

"This isn't who's wrong, Hanz; it's not your fault and not my fault; we can just keep up with him." The sentence stopped my brother's body from falling, and my body fell.

"Leave me, Hanz; keep walking where your beliefs define it."

I screamed and looked for the body, and I put my brother's body in the snow cart.

There's a little heat in his body, which means he's alive. I pulled the wagon hard, and in the wake of my brother's crying, it was slowly becoming more intense.

The voice that night was just my sister's crying; she made me leave her. I don't know what happened a few days ago, but sure, my brother needed help.

The crying starts to stop, and I start telling stories about our former orphanage and about my friends inviting me to a simple birthday party.

The pleasant memories are painful when blinking makes me quiet again.

But there's no answer to what I said or what I told you.

I thought my sister was asleep. Tired of crying all night?

This journey slowed my body down as my brother started not answering me. I'm sure he's still alive, so I have to keep walking so my sister can stay with me.

Until my body was removed from the white snow, the snow truck slipped down and made me attracted to the slide, and my body was held by a huge rock.

I'm going to cut some broken wood; it's got to be our carriage.

I yelled at my sister. There was no answer.

The more I called the broken bush of my heart, I wanted to cry; all of it was black, even though this white snow is not visible. My body fell on white snow again, but this time I felt something different.

I fell right on my brother's frozen body. My body was barking unfairly, and my breathing was getting more and more irregular as I touched his cold hands.

All of a sudden, all the memories of us, like repeated ones, continue to move like broken tape until all of them become bright. And by the voice of my sister.

"I've been waiting for you,"