Night will come. Night will not come. Papa will speak. Papa will not speak. That is what she was saying. And you kept looking at her. Papa's eyes were not moving. When his lips moved, no sound came out of them.
Mama died. Mama did not die. Papa shall tell us. Papa shall not tell us. You moved closer to her when she said this. She ran out of the room. When you looked Papa's way, your eyes momentarily missed him, they found empty space. You thought Papa had returned when you moved closer to the bed, but you were wrong, it was Papa's body on the bed.
You ran out of the room, looking for your sister. You ran and ran. You did not find her. You ended up running away from Birambo. Where you went, you did not know.