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Way to Mirage A true story I discover myself on the bank of Small River of east Ethiopia. I was playing with my water collector friend. Someone was crying for her dead baby, we made baby by a stone. With her all of us are crying. We put baby in grave yard. Time is very poor to go back home. When we reached home it was too late for my mother. She started to beat me with burning wood, it was very pain full I am only five years old. My father is looking helpless. He is crying, but cannot help me he needs beer in the evening. Mum is feeding the family. Dad does something only three month in a year. I am ordered to bring fire wood from forest ri