Proverbs 22:6
"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it."
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Blood ran across the floor. We had to take Dad inside. He would get cold.
My little girl carefully lowered me.
The monster had devoured everything from above…
—"Let's pull Dad, Nun!
Let's take him inside!" —her voice trembled.
He wouldn't want us to leave the room,
He would get angry… very angry.
We had to go inside.
Yes… y-yes… yes…
She cried as she dragged her legs. Each movement was a struggle. Carefully, we managed to carry him to the room.
—"We need to close the door, Nun," she whispered, just like Dad had said.
She lay down over his legs.
—"Nun, come, come closer… Dad is cold, he's cold," she said as she positioned me next to her.
We stayed lying on the floor, holding half of his body, trying to protect him.
The silence was heavy, broken only by our sighs and the dripping of blood.
Slowly, we fell asleep, between the blood and the fear, following his breathing.
Then a voice roared from the distance, loud and metallic:
—"Hello, hello… please stay at home, take care of your family. Be patient."
The transmission cut off.
Another warning came immediately:
—"THE DEMONS HAVE COME AND THEY WILL TAKE US, REPENT."
And another voice continued, firm and authoritative:
—"Take that man out… turn everything off."
The "demons" referred to that thing that had devoured the man.
Was that a demon?
I just bowed my head and smelled her hand.
I couldn't look at anything else. Only at my little girl, her eyes empty from so much crying.
—"Uuh… uh… uh…" —I said, trying to ask her if she was sad, even though I knew she wouldn't understand me.
—"What's wrong, Nun?" —she said, stroking me gently, trying to smile.
—"Don't make noise, Dad… he'll get angry.
We have to stay quiet.
He has to sleep to get better, right, Dad?" —she said, touching the blood carefully.
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Copyright — Caleb Y.Y