The sun suffocates and the ground sinks, all of my thoughts I could ever think are suddenly evaporated, like every drop of water in this place.

My mom promised we’d find a better place.

She died before we could.

We had two backpacks full of water bottles, it wasn’t dehydration. We rested often, and we brought enough food, it wasn’t starvation.

It was an invisible ghostly thing, who had...