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Article 1: The Hatchlings of Anita Purity
Im Purity flapped and flapped her wings. She waved her soft wings so hard that it could snap anytime. But she did not care. All she wanted was to fly away, as far as she could, from the place that caused her all these tears, in this place that she used to call home.
But Im Purity was still young. And since this was her first flight, her slender body could not yet sustain long flights. And bad memories started flooding her mind. She was now haunted by the reaction of the elders when they first saw her. Their degrading look could just cut through one’s heart.
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In here, you won’t see anyone walking in the streets alone. Everybody is always strolling within a group. A group that we call ‘family’.
And these groups create wonderful photographs. A little boy grabbing his mother’s hand towards a toy store. A girl trying to climb her father’s back. A father kissing his wife.
These heartwarming photographs should cost millions. Sights that are so touching that you won’t even notice that the people lack something. Hence the name of our town.
To tell you the truth, all of these are just compliance to the law. The law that is being implemented by our king. The law states that people should go out with their families at all times. Why? This is to ensure that people in our land show an image of wholeness, a picture of being complete. Something that we cannot achieve on our own. Something that we cannot portray alone… here in the Land of No Limbs.
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The sun was up. The sand was warm. The water was excited to hit the shore.
A hammock was swaying in between two coconut trees. It carried in it five children, laughing loudly as the cool breeze hit their faces. Another four were standing near the tree, shouting to have their turn on the hammock. And Caloy was one of them.
The screaming and begging of the kids were halted when Auntie Beth called for lunch. The boy next to Caloy said, “Let’s race to the picnic table!” And off the children went, but not Caloy. Once the hammock was vacated, he saw this as an opportunity to ride in the hammock, solo. But as soon as he sat in it, the rope connecting it to the trees snapped and he fell to the ground. Auntie Beth saw this. But instead of helping him stand up, she said angrily, “Is that how an honor student acts?! You know that five had already been on it and you know that the rope is not strong enough. But still you sat on it. Didn’t you realize that? Look what happened to you! You are an honor student, you should have known better! And… didn’t I tell you to come and eat?”
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