-3 Years Later-
Midday
Ernesto, seven-years-old, had been standing with his younger brother, Frederick, five-years-old, staring back at the broken picture frame they had knocked over on the side. The frame of his father and his wife on the side table. They had been running, playing, trying to catch each other when Frederick knocked the meza, jedwali over. Ernesto never knew his mother much. Frederick never knew his mother at all. But they knew that she was important to their father. And he knew of the wrath Frederick would receive, now hearing his stomping coming from his bedroom. Woken up kwa the knocked...
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