"That's good. If you feel unwell at any point, let me know. Here, have some candy." The female nurse smiled, pulling out a piece of candy from her pocket and handing it over. As she walked away, she also gently touched his head.
Alex stared at the candy in his hand, somewhat at a loss for a moment.
Have I...
Ever eaten candy?
Oh, I have. It was a pair of Americans. They came into the slum, led by a guide. A woman with a backpack gave me a candy. It was very sweet, very sweet...
That was the first time I ever had candy.
He looked up, staring at the nurse, and saw her moving among the wounded.
She...
Seemed to be shining.
Those injured poor wailed, crying heartbreakingly, and some clutched water and food, crying tearfully. They had survived.
This made Alex's chest feel heavy.
Suddenly, a pair of hands touched his head.
"Do you feel compassion?"
He looked up, met his mother's gaze, and nodded earnestly and cautiously, "They are pitiful."
His mother let out a light sigh.
