Fils has died. Out of the blue, of a brain haemorrhage. Or at least that's the best guess of the local doctors who are overwhelmingly incompetent. Fils had been sick but staff thought he was simply his normal periodic sickly self, suffering from malaria or sun stroke from wandering around all day long begging. But it dragged on and then one day he gave up the fight and his short life drew to a close.
It seems heartless to say but it may be for the best. He was dealt some awful cards in life and been through so much. Inconceivable things. It was a miracle he still smiled, still plodded on through life with so much determination, was not bitter and angry, still had hope... That doesn't mean it isn't really upsetting. He was an amazing kid who always, always brightened up my day. He was the one kid no one in the community had a bad word to say about.
It seems heartless to say but it may be for the best. He was dealt some awful cards in life and been through so much. Inconceivable things. It was a miracle he still smiled, still plodded on through life with so much determination, was not bitter and angry, still had hope... That doesn't mean it isn't really upsetting. He was an amazing kid who always, always brightened up my day. He was the one kid no one in the community had a bad word to say about.
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