— I found a five-year-old girl in the field, raised her, loved her like my own. But who could have guessed…
Stop!” I shouted across the entire field, but the small figure kept slowly moving between the stalks. August was scorching hot. I was returning from the river, carrying a bucket of laundry, when I noticed her — a five-year-old girl in a shabby dress. She was walking strangely, as if in a trance. “Hey, little … Read more