"Good morning Isla!" the boy woke up his little sister. Her hair was sprawled against the small pillow.

"Where's mommy?" the girl said tiredly as she slowly sat up in the small bed that the two siblings shared.

"She's getting us food. She's going to try to get us apples!"

"Apples?! Yay!" the girl shot out of bed with a beaming smile. She grabbed half a comb and started to brush out her hair. She sang as she got ready for her favorite meal.

Her brother leaned against the square shaped opening in the wall, waiting for his mother to come back with the special treat.

An hour passed. The girl was done fixing her hair and the two kids were now playing with a top.

The shops were closing now. The siblings had taken a nap and begin trying to catch a bird that had flown into the shelter.

The sun was now setting. The kids were hungry because their mom still hadn't come back.

By the time they could see each star in the sky, they were crying. They had now ignored their hunger. Tears ran down their face. They just wanted their mother to come back.

Just as they were about to go and look for her, themselves, the door opened and in the doorway stood a tall, burly man that was missing half an arm. He held a machete in his only hand. The brother clutched his sister tightly, eyes watering.

"Who are you?" the girl said, only loud enough for the brother to hear.

The boy spoke, just audible enough for the stranger to hear,

"Where's our mom?"