“Are we nearly there?”
“I’m tired. Can you carry me?”
“Where are we now?”
“Can I have something to eat?”
These are the easy ones,
The questions he can answer.
They become more difficult each day
As each step gets harder.
“But why did we leave?”
“Where is our car?”
“Why can’t we use it?”
“Where are we going?”
Silently he plods on
Exhausted and unable to give her
Answers to the incessant questions
He’s asking in his head too.
“When will we be going home?”
“Where are all my friends?”
“Why is it so cold here?”
“Are we nearly there?”
It breaks his heart
He feels he has failed her
He prays it will be better.
“Why is everything so different?”
“Why does no one like us?”
“Why is there no food?”
“Why don’t you know Dad?”
His answers are more questions.
“Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?”
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