"Really? Is my dad like Superman now?" the little girl asked between sniffles. She didn't fully understand, but she grasped the heart of Keith's words, that her father had gone up to heaven, maybe to be with her mother.
Yet the thought only made her tears flow again. Now she was truly an orphan, without a mother or father.
Before the apocalypse, children without parents were often bullied, and the little girl knew all too well how sad it was to be one. The fear of that fate hit her, and she began crying even harder.
Keith pressed his lips together, glancing helplessly toward his grandmother in the distance. She had already noticed the sobbing child, and his pleading eyes begged her to rescue him from the situation.
He had repeated the same words his sister once used to comfort him, but somehow, when he said them, they only made the little girl's grief heavier.
