"With gratefulness, I can tell you that the only reason we are here today is thanks to our dear, dear Mother. Our Mother who only invites us, the chosen children, and prefers to leave the others outside. Our dear Mother, who makes more than enough to eat, and won't let us take the leftovers next door. Our dear Mother, who in this time of famine and destruction, still manages to hold her head high. So thank you, Mother." Lotus's words hung in the air, dripping with a desperation I couldn't put a better name to. And then, she ran. (This is an excerpt related to some characters I want to write about in the future, sorry if it's confusing).