May 18 Families deserting trust's island
I'm digging now, like a termite. Amongst the last to leave, the least trusted perhaps, everything I had has been been left behind, when we reach the mainland we are told we will be reborn. Give me the bravery to remember and the grace to forgive. Will I break through like a maggot or a butterfly ? What sounds will I make this time ? I try to ask but very quietly so the guards patrolling above don't hear.