![]() ![]() That new sound, the marching, was distinct from the rest of the city's morning din. She'd never seen any of that goodwill returned she never would now. That was all Mama had ever done, put others before herself. Even last night, before they'd run, Mama had been prepared to take a punishment that she hadn't deserved, to give up her own freedom so that Koffi didn't have to give up hers. Koffi suddenly remembered all the little moments too, the times Mama had shared her food when meals were sparse, or shared her blanket on colder nights. That sacrifice had ultimately made all the difference, but it hadn't been the only one. Mama had understood that there was a chance they wouldn't both make it out of the Night Zoo, so she'd followed a maternal instinct and told Koffi to climb the wall first. New truths took shape the longer she stared at them. ![]() Those two tattered rags were literal pieces of her mother, the only things she had left now. Koffi stared at her hands, still loosely wrapped in the bloodied strips of cloth Mama had torn from her own tunic to help her climb the vines. ![]()
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