COME BACK TO ME – CHAPTER 7
The sun was already high up when Zian was getting back to his grandmother’s house from fetching water. It was his fourth trip. Summer made all the wells nearby dry up. The young boy had to go to the foot of the mountain to get their water supply for the next couple of days.
There is a river a kilometer away from where they live. The steep slope at some parts of the hill made it harder to get back and forth; it was difficult to complete the task quicker.
Zian stopped under the cashew tree on his last stop on his way back. He stifled his cry as he lowered the two four-gallon water containers he carried with a thick bamboo stick. He decided to take a few minute rest before he resumed.
How long has it been since he arrived back to the island? Two months? It’s
