Chapter 53: Naska's Manipulation
Bozo looked at the Graveyard for a bit more. He could feel the elders standing behind him, becoming a little bit emotional. Someone's grandson, son, or even daughter would have been buried here.
He could feel their sadness but at the same time, he too was quite sad. While they got the opportunity to at least bury the dead, he failed to retrieve the body of his family.
He was too powerless at the time. It was futile even if he tried. Bozo closed his eyes as he raised his head, recalling the happy times...
His mother would wake him in the morning so that he could go and play with his friends. After a lot of play, he would return and have food in his mother's lap. His father would return and his siblings, who would have gone with their friends, would come and hug him... it was such good times.
'I wish I could give them a proper burial,' Bozo thought to himself. Albeit saddened, he didn't crumble.
