I was awakened by the light on the ceiling and the agony in my back.

I worked very hard and was able to get my children and remon, two females and one weakling, out of the woods with me.

They are preterm and will need to be kept in an incubator until they reach nine months of age.

While I was restless, I caught sight of Mama and struck up a conversation with Remon. Despite the fact that my children were still in the incubator, I wished to visit them.

"Ma" is weak when I address her as "ma," and the mob that has formed around me is feeble as...