My first memories with my sister was cold and burning pain. I wanted to cry out, but for some reason I would not. Maybe by instinct or fear. the sound exploted in my mind yet I could not realease it. I do not know how long time stood still, but slowly I became more aware of the sounds out side of my brain A rhythmic sound that didn’t quite feel right. yet I knew it well . Rain thats what I heard, . My sister yelling. I wrap in her mamas old coat and put her in the bag. Shhhh