Nora turned to me and queried, “Scarlett, if we indeed get to go home this time around, what would you want to do most of all?”

What did I want? That question lingered in my mind as I continued trudging forward, deep in thought.

There wasn’t any food I was especially craving. After a moment’s pause, I concluded, “I want to see the person I miss most, give him a hug, and apologize to him face-to-face.”

Nora seemed taken by surprise. Then she curiously pressed, “Is it somebody you’re in love with?”

I gave her a faint smile but declined to reply.

Night had fallen when we finally reached saw signs of human life. The village we’d arrived at was located in quite a rural area of the mountains, and perhaps due to its inaccessibility, there didn’t seem to be many inhabitants around.

From the number of lamps we’d counted shining in the dark, there were probably thirty to forty households scattered throughout the village.

“Let’s find a place to hunker down for the night,” Nora suggested, already making her way towards the door of the nearest cottage.

“Woof! Woof!” A dog suddenly rushed out into the yard and began sounding the alert at our sudden intrusion.

We clung to each other, terrified. Fortunately, the dog was leashed to a rope. It strained against its tether, barking continuously.

The owner of the cottage had evidently heard the ruckus. Out stepped a middle-aged man with tan, weathered skin.

After a while, Tabitha gasped. “We might have

after peak, hadn’t brought us any closer to home. We’d even gone so far that we were in another country

tongue threw us all into disarray. Upon seeing our confused faces, the owner of the cottage seemed to further mistake our intentions. He waved his axe at us threateningly in

ran out of

He then grew

us and gestured. Uncomprehendingly, Tabitha made a few hesitant motions with her hands in return,

He did,

cottage we entered was a dismal sight and stripped down within. Its clay walls were caked with soot, doubtless from the

filament lamp hung from the ceiling, the sort that farming villages would have used decades ago. The lamp burned dimly

cottage was, in fact, a tent stitched together out of gunny sacks.

that covered the tent looked sure to be

two bowls from

to gesture furiously. He seemed to be inviting

peered at the bowls in front of us. The food was steeped in chili. Nora recoiled ever so slightly, asking,

we try it?” Tabitha exclaimed rather adventurously. She had more of an appetite than the rest of us for more

in rather gratefully. The flavor

tasted anything. The pickled onions thus

ate, the man and his daughter squatted in a corner. They gazed at us with curiosity and awe, mixed with a tinge of

in her attempts to communicate with them. Along with her hand signals, she deliberately

father and daughter came to understand that

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