C23 I Don't Lack the Courage to Do It Again

Ultimately, my mother had no choice but to take my sister and me away from that place. I remember that day vividly—the snowfall was heavier, the flakes cascading down, settling on the woman's shoulders. By the time we found a doctor, my sister had already succumbed to pneumonia. My mother nearly cried her eyes blind and seemed to lose her grip on sanity. Yet