I made her sit on the swing and pushed the swing for her. Geraldine and I are somehow still kids deep in our hearts. We didn't have the amount of fun that normal kids had. We had to grow up fast because if we don't, we will never be able to survive the harsh environment inside the camp.
"I keep thinking about my dad these days," she professed.
"Me too."
I keep on thinking about my parents. Now that the end is near I can't help but think about them.
"And it's ironic when you think about it."
"What do you mean?" I asked and pushed the swing again.
"It's ironic that we all seem to be in love during this particular period of time. Why now when we had all the time before?"
She's right. Why now…
"It's like we're in a hurry. Like we're running out of time."
"What?" I grunted in surprise. Not because she's talking nonsense but because she said the realization I've always felt but couldn't put into words.
