She held my hand, her voice gentle. "Naomi, wait at home. Grandma will go to town and get you that bag."
A smile crinkled her eyes. "And I'll buy you a lollipop. Strawberry flavor. Your favorite."
I had nodded, beaming. "Thank you, Grandma."
She hunched her back and began the slow walk toward town. I grabbed my basket and climbed the mountain to cut grass for the pigs, wanting to let her rest when she returned.
I never imagined that by the time I came back, Grandma would never open her eyes again.
Now, standing by the well, tears streamed down my face. I unzipped the bloody bag. Nestled in the corner was a strawberry lollipop.
I carefully placed the candy in my pocket. Then I took the bag to the well.
*Grandma bought this for me. I have to wash it. If it's clean, Grandma will be happy.*
I submerged the bag in the basin and began to scrub.
A heavy boot slammed into my back.
I plunged headfirst into the freezing water.
The icy winter water soaked through my thin clothes in an instant. The cold bit into my skin like a thousand needles. I couldn't stop shivering.