![]() ![]() My kindly, soft-spoken, delicate Aunt Serena, Mommy’s elder sister, has always been my special friend. We have learned not to play rough games or make loud noises in her proximity. She has suffered from poor health most of her life. My favorite aunt is a gentle, frail widow in her late fifties. You know I can carry much more.”īut we know she can’t. Why don’t I have the courage to face carrying the burden? I hate my weakness.Īunt Serena volunteers, “Why don’t you add those things to my pack? My pack is too light anyway. Perhaps, precisely the thing we take out of my pack will be the thing needed most. Every article of clothing, every item of food may be essential. I so wished to carry as much as my brother. ![]() ![]() We’ll take a few things out of the pack.” But as soon as he heaves the pack on my back, I stagger and fall. Then he helps me put the straps of my pack on my shoulders. But my prematurely tall, seventeen-year-old brother walks with feigned ease under the prohibitive weight. It’ll break your back.”īubi overcomes Mommy’s objections, and she helps him swing the loaded pack onto his back. ![]()
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