I heard her say, “Grab my hand. I’ll help you climb.”
I wanted to see past my village.
“Maybe I can see my mama.” I said back.
“You can do it,”
I climbed the ant hill. It was 2.5 meters tall.
“No fall.” I heard my baby brother.
I smiled as I climbed. This was easy compared to everything we had lived through.
“I can’t see anything.” I called down.
“YOU WILL!!!” The voice called back.
We researched the white ant hill for a science project. There is an intricate network that keeps the colony cool. A friend built a home based on the concept. Yes, it was cool on a hot day and cold at night.
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