““We need to get out of Pakistan...” she said, trailing off. “We are going to die here.” I looked towards her and saw how saddened she looked. She felt so hopeless so soon? I became concerned and scared. “Are we going to Uncle Rannie’s to find Ambriel?” I asked. Once again, no answer. I became angry but held my tongue. She was my big sister, and I respected her more than words could express. I thought we had to find our other leg to make the tripod whole. The two of us were incomplete without Ambriel. We had to find our sister.””
