They are all dead. Only mother and I are now alive in the village. It must be good, as mother cries no more and rewards me with boob almost all the time. We sit. She rocks me. I have boob.

I am learning a new song from Mother. The tune is odd, but I can almost repeat it since it is simple. “Uhhhh aaaaaaaa ummmmmmm.” I like this song.

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Mother has pretty eyes. Big and Wide. They watch the world now and seldom blink. She must be very happy. I did good! She doesn’t want to miss anything now. Me neither. I like the colors of sunset.