At the Bockenburg Camp, Eva and her mother washed clothes in buckets. They dunked the well-worn and filthy clothes in the brackish water.
“When you were young, what did you think your life would be like?” Eva asked, as she scrubbed a bloodstain out of a pair of pants.
“I thought it would be lovely. I didn’t know people could be so cruel. I guess I should have warned you,” her mother said, as she dunked the clothes in the murky water.
Eva put her arm around her mother, and for once, her mother didn’t pull away.
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