The boy's father went to his wife to hold her, to attempt to comfort and calm her.
But she wasn't done. Fighting through tears, she shot back, "Why are you doing this to us?! My boy... he won't be able to help his father gather the harvest. Why? Why do you afflict us with disease and death? You monster!"
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But she wasn't done. Fighting through tears, she shot back, "Why are you doing this to us?! My boy... he won't be able to help his father gather the harvest. Why? Why do you afflict us with disease and death? You monster!"