We were a poor family. One that couldn’t afford even a single jacket. And that was not good. In our world, it was frigid 12 hours a day. Without even a simple jacket, one could die.

Recently it’s been rough. 853, my brother, had died to the diseases that came with a cold. Instead of feeling depressed, I was angry. No one should go through loss. It was like cold water to someone’s sleeping face. It was a very unpleasant shock.

No one should go through that. That’s just the way the world works. But why??? Why was the sun so cold? I’m determined to find out.

•

“851?Why is the sun so cold??”

“I don’t know. It is.”

“So 853 died because HE DID?” I asked angrily.

“It’s not fair, 852. But it’s how the world works.” 851 sighed and looked at his desk papers. “Look, 852, it’s late and I have a lot of work to do. The lamp is burning out. The AC is costing so much money to keep me cold. Go to sleep.”

“No. Not until 853 comes back.”

“HE WON’T COME BACK!! UNDERSTAND THAT.”

“I can’t. I don’t know why the sun is so cold and the moon so hot.”

851 started to ignore me. I shut off the lamp, took one paper, and tore it in half.

•THE REASON WHY•

“Mama?” Asked 862.

“Huh?” I replied.

“Mom, why is the world so wrong?” 852 began to sob.

I didn’t make any move to assist or comfort 862. It felt like cold water.

“Don’t ask that.”

“Why not??”

“Because I know the answer.” And the answer was a terrible, terrible thing.

[THE TRUTH]

All the bad souls heated up the moon. All the good souls heated up the sun.