antonio carrierdo


Dear diary,

Father’s dead. I saw it happen - but I don’t think anyone saw me. What do we do now? My brothers and I, we’re just kids. Where are we supposed to go? Who will take care of us? Father used to tell us never to trust the barbarians. If only he’d taken his own advice. Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!

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