Hara had a tough life.Born in a poor family in the dirty outskirts of a big village.He saw his siblings and cousins, younger and older, die of diseases. His father , a woodcutter, one day ,as usual , went to forest but this time never to return. Hara was only ten. His uncles only found his axe and some tore clothes, some beast took his father. His mother's cries were numb but never ending.Like a slow dagger sucking hope and life with every breathe.His mother went sick, leaving him, his older brother and younger parentless cousin of 2 year to arrange for themselves. Muri, his older brother, went looking door to door for collecting food. The poor had little,they gave little. Hara nursed his cousin looking at the door waiting for his brother counting his mother's heavy breath.He kept a old moist cloth on her burning forehead and changed it time to time.Muri came with some rice and lentils and some herbs from the edge of the forest.They cooked the food, fed it to their mother and cousin.It was not much , the two brothers had nibble of some.Next day, seeing mother becoming little better, he left for village for a job for a 12 year old.Hara went to forest to collect wood.His mother nursed the baby.
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