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October 31st, 1931. The Great Depression. (Y/a) (Name) remembered it all too well. She remembered wandering aimlessly down the streets of (hometown) every day, cold and alone ever since the day her parents died from illness. She had no home to go to, barely a penny to her name, and the same worn-out clothes adorned on her body just as it had been every day. Ever since the day she had lost her family and her home, it had been a struggle to find nourishment and shelter, especially out on the streets during cold winter nights. She remembered that there were many other children in the same situation that she was in, some even younger than she wa

There was a sliver of light right there. Yes, real light. The light was gray, silver, creamy, foggy, speckled, frail, inviting. She thought wistfully of Feli. Feli was dying slowly. He hated being away from light. He hated being away from the beautiful life he lived before the war. He shriveled away, day by day. He wouldn’t last much longer… both on the inside and out. Every day, she tried very, very hard to imagine the old Feli. She could, dimly. Closed amber eyes. A beautiful smile. In her mind’s eye, he was leaning over. Looking at her. A question. Maybe his usual question, “Want pasta, bella?” “P