‘I wish we could go back,’ her sister said while wiping the tears of her face. ‘Maybe we could’ve saved him.’
She couldn’t see her sister who was sitting in the tree next to hers, but she knew she was crying. Their father had never stood a chance against the soldiers, but nevertheless he had not given up. He fought valiantly as was his nature. She wished she could’ve helped him too, but his instructions were clear. They were to run as fast as they could, while he tried to buy them some more time. He was supposed to meet them here. But that was two days ago. Her younger sister had refused to leave. She still had hope.
‘Wishing for the past to change is futile,’ she finally said. ‘The past is stubborn and unmoving. Wishes for a better future, however, may yet come true.’
‘We should have stayed and fought,’ her sister said. ‘We left him to die!’
‘It’s time to go, Jane,’ she said firmly.
‘Just a little longer,’ Jane begged.
‘There’s no time,’ she said. ‘The soldiers are searching the woods. And we promised him.’
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