“So...your parents died in the wars?” Rastaban was holding one of the smallest children to prevent him from squirming while Kana did her best to feed him.
“No, they died long before.” Kana shrugged. “Most of these children are orphaned as well, so Aliana and I take care of them.”
“I’m sorry.” Rastaban smiled down at the little boy, who scowled and attempted to spit lentils at him. Rastaban laughed and dodged, which only earned him more scowling. “So...who takes care of you?”
“Everyone in the village takes care of each other,” Kana said. “We’re each other’s family.”
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