Sheeba looked up at the erange sky above-which seemed to glare down on her like an angry lady.Sheeba knew when the birds would fly back and the sky would be empty of life.Sheeba,though was afraid of that moment.It reminded her of the big house with it's white washed walls and old linen curtains,of it's burnt rotis and beds full of bugs.These memories haunted her on lonely nights with gloomy stars above and today was supposed to be one of them. The big house,though was not empty or for the matter of it not even supposed to be haunting.It was of cure,the place where sick people went to for doctors to attend them,and it had been so since the virus had hit the world.But for little children,who had very few in the world to love,who had hopes in their eyes and dreams in their hearts,the big house was a looming darkness of words not to be spoken of,of thoughts not to be had.Sheeba waited by the river a few more minuites.It had not been going well in her own house-since her own uncle had to be hurried to the doctors-Sheeba didnot understand but she had eyes and she saw,she had ears and she heard.Her uncle...