Weeks went by and we never heard anything from our parents. We never knew if grandma hid away letters or if they were never written. We kids would eat our dinner in silence and count the days. But they seemed endless!

Grandma really took care of us and saw to it that we had proper meals. So we always would have some kind of dessert. So one day we had rice pudding. Big Sister and I didn’t have a nice day at school; we were not in the best of moods. And rice pudding was not really one of our favourites.

Together we were sitting at the table, listening to songs about a poor person who stole a bread for his hungry family and then died in prison. The next song was about a few kids that were left in the woods to starve by their poor parents.

Big Sister had tears in her eyes and said that she thought grandma hated us. Why else would she give dessert to us with mucus in it. I must have put on big eyes, so she showed me. She put her spoon in it and lifted it a bit above the pudding. The content of the spoon really came off in a slimy form! We both looked at it in disgust. Big Sister suspected more: they will leave us over here forever! We will never see Mama, Papa and the little girls again!

Tears were filling her eyes and I started to sob too. Soon we both were crying our eyes out and the tears were dripping on our plates. Grandma came in and silently took our plates away. When she came back she send us to bed.

Through the thin walls of the bedroom I could hear my sister crying till I fell asleep.

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