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' 11:15 PM


Today, I woke up with sounds of splashing water and soft laughter drifted into my sleep. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open and saw the silhouette of our oxcart wheel next to me, and remembered where I was.

Nea, together with mum, looked refreshed and relaxed as they tended a cooking fire.

Then, Nea asked me to carry some water back from the well and told me that her cousin, Jantu, was there too. Although I had a vivid image of Jantu, but I had forgotten how she looked like.

Anyway, I soon reached the well and discovered that many children were waiting for their turn to dip the bucket into the well. At that moment, a girl call for me and after some self introductions, I realized that she was Jantu. We talked and for some reasons, Jantu insulted me of being ugly.

After we had filled our buckets, I followed Jantu back to the campsite. After breakfast, I helped my family members to build a shelter. Then, I felt that I had settled down quite happily at the Border.

In the afternoon, Jantu called for us suddenly, She asked us to follow her and bring our plates along. It was not long before I found out that someone was distributing food to the children. I was so hungry that after receiving the food, I dug right in, wolfing down huge mouthfuls.


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