That's what everyone (or at least anyone with enough care to comfort a child) was saying—"it will all get better" and "everything will soon return to as it was". She really wanted to believe it, but her experience with crisis was limited and it seemed the clock could not tick by fast enough; every roadblock felt permanent, and every suggestion to solve the problem had been swept under the rug. It seemed like everyone was now trying to stall their inevitable doom!
She leaned forward, a small smile touching her lips. "My mother would never send me to America—I hear they're wild over there," she gossiped with a giggle. "Besides, it's probably all jungle outside the city."
She leaned forward, a small smile touching her lips. "My mother would never send me to America—I hear they're wild over there," she gossiped with a giggle. "Besides, it's probably all jungle outside the city."
