We are led out of the stockade. The guards all have guns and are watching us closely. My mother keeps me close to her. I am allowed to walk with my uncle or an aunt, occasionally. We walk across the frozen earth.
Nothing seems right anymore.
The cold seeps through my clothes. I wish I had my blanket. I had a blanket, when I was warm. I don't feel like I'll ever be warm again. I remember my father's smile.