It didn't take long before we reached the village.
Or should I say, the remains of the village.
Everything was razed to the ground.
"Junior brother," my voice shook as I turned my head to face his shocked figure.
"Y-y-yes."
"What do you think happened?"
He looked out and noticed a small doll. Walking towards it, he picked it up and placed it upright, using the charred remains of a hut to prop the doll up.
The doll looked like the one my sister used.
She would hold it with her during chemotherapy.
I looked down at the doll again.
Both girls died too young.