Their nests rested on Tom's first construction project, a series of raised platforms made from lashed and woven branches. Zak liked them. They looked ...ool, and put the nests up high enough that they were easier to get to. Not that there had been any eggs yet. Over a week, and no eggs. He wondered if they'd ever get any. If not, Tom had said, the chickens would be worthless, even as food. With no baby chicks, the six hens and two roosters became just a couple meals with no long term. Her pain was far beyond my isolation, but on a parallel level, I had suffered too. "Your parents? They treated you like that?"I nodded. "I know my life doesn't compare to the pain and loss you're feeling, but I'm hoping that by seeing how I've found ways to improve my life by sharing and helping others, you can find the same by sharing this. I'm not asking for your entire life, but just those memories. The ones causing all that pain I can see plain on your face. I'm not Vikkor. I'm not going to. Slowly with passing of months. Somi began to takes good care of me. She is nearly half of my age. She being paid well in her job. She is ok with her work. She admitted her son to nearby primary school.She usually comes to my home by morning. And there is no uniformity of time. She works whenever is necessary until she left for home at night after dinner. She took food in home. My routine is like I wake up the morning at 6 – 7 and open my shop, after that I took my breakfast nearly at 9-10, I. As the two women watched, Zuza pulled back on on Bogdi's brown locks."Whoa!"The hulking soldier came to a stop in the grass, shaking his head and snorting. Zuza hopped off, hand holding a clump of hair out as if it was a rein."James! Your turn!"The boy sat in a patch of grass, carved toy soldiers arranged around him. He shook his head."Not now."Bogdi sat up, startling Zuza into releasing her grip on his flowing mane. He looked at his son, concern obvious."Tired, Boy?" A bit. But I don't want to.