There's nothing left to try, there's no way out. I know, I'm
going to die here and it aches to know that no one will find
me probably for years.
Was that, was that the sound of a bicycle? There's a kid.
"Hey, hey kid, hey. I'm stuck here. Please call someone from
the village, please." My voice sound more energetic than I
expected, maybe it's the energy of hope. I can get out of
here.
"There is a big tree outside your door."
"I know honey. Please call anyone from the village, an adult
so I can get out. Please help me. Will you help me?"
"Yes, I will call my parents, they will help you."
"Thank you, thank you so much honey."
Oh thank God. Thank you do much.