"All my sons died. All four of them. I remember them all the time. This woman finds a corner and spends her day crying, cursing her fate. They said sacrifice chickens, they said do not sacrifice chickens, leave them in the jungle. They said bring the shamans and offer money. We did, after all they were the people who knew these things. And we listened to them, we had hope for our sons. We wanted them to live. And then the fourth one died. He was 13. But we continue living. Strange thing, this life. We continue living."
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