"Sister..." she called softly, her face full of grievance.
Hannah, who had just been furious, immediately calmed down upon seeing her sister's aggrieved expression. Filled with remorse, she quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her sister's cheek and apologizing:
"I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean to. Does it hurt a lot?"
Pota sobbed softly, then hugged her sister tightly, pressing her face against her sister's chest, and pleaded, "It doesn't hurt."
“But I really want to attend the rally, so please let me go.”
"Don't go..." Hannah still refused, but her tone was no longer so harsh.
"I want to go." Pota blinked hard, making sure tears were streaming down her face, and quickly buried her face in her sister's warm embrace.
"What are you going to the rally for? To see those soldiers with guns? Or to see that man?"
“I just want to go,” Pota hummed.
"No...no."
"Please, sister, just let me..." Pota raised her face, only to see her sister's face, which was covered with tears.
This immediately panicked Pota, who hurriedly reached out to wipe away her sister's tears: "Why are you crying, sister? I...I..." she said helplessly.
Hannah gently took her hand, looked at her with teary eyes, and said:
"You went to the rally, didn't you know there was danger there? People have been being arrested everywhere these past few days, and there are a lot of bad guys in the city."
"I...I'm not afraid, it's okay." Although Pota couldn't bear to see her sister cry, she still stubbornly said this.
“You need to learn to be more mature, Pota. There’s no man in the house anymore. I have to protect you, and you have to learn to protect yourself too,” Hannah said helplessly, wiping her eyes.
Upon hearing this, Pota's eyes dimmed: "I know, sister."
“I will listen to you, but this time, please let me go to the gathering.”
"I really want to..."
Before she could finish speaking, Hannah gripped Potta's hand tightly, her face regaining its anger, and she even spoke through gritted teeth:
Why can't you be a little more mature?
“We could have lived a happy life, but that man insisted on sending the army to other countries. Look at what we’ve become now!”
Hannah grew angrier and angrier, and even started yelling:
"It's all his fault. He's the one who brought the devil to our country!"
"They are all murderers!"
Seeing her sister's drastic change in emotion, Potta turned pale with fright and quickly covered her mouth. Hannah continued speaking, but now she was crying out:
“He made me a widow and killed my brother! My life is ruined, and our family is about to be gone.”
Hannah cried out, frantically tearing at her hair, her voice growing increasingly sorrowful: "Oh God, I really don't know what to do now? When will this war end?"
"What if those Yan people come to Salibia tomorrow? What should we do? Pota! Tell me, tell me what to do?"
"I really...I really don't know how to protect you..."
"Oh God, save me... Someone, please save me..." Hannah broke down in hysteria, sobbing uncontrollably. The pressure that had been building up inside her for so long had finally reached a breaking point, and she could no longer contain her emotions.
Seeing her sister like this, Pota could only offer helpless words of comfort:
"Don't cry, sister, I'm sorry..."
Hannah continued to wail, even crying until she was so exhausted that she lay down on the bed. Potta sat by the bed and also started sobbing.
After an unknown amount of time, Hannah's crying gradually subsided, and when Pota looked again, he found that she had fallen asleep.
Even though she had cried herself to sleep, Pota could still see the pain on her sister's face, which made her heart clench. She bent down and carefully wiped away the tears hanging on Hannah's nose.
Then, she gently kissed Hannah's cheek and murmured:
"Sister, don't worry about me."
"I'll be home soon."
After saying this softly, Pota wiped her face again and carefully got up and walked towards the door.
She stopped at the door, turned around and walked to the desk, grabbing a small portrait on it.
She looked down at the painting, gazing at it quietly for several minutes, until a smile gradually appeared on her freckled face.
But that smile didn't last long before it vanished without a trace.
"Go home soon, Ghana brother."
Potama stroked the portrait, murmured a sad murmur, and reluctantly put it back.
Close the door behind you and go down the stairs.
The young girl, Porta, stepped out of her house and plunged into the crowd heading towards St. Marienplatz.
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