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Kerina
Saxon left for the market a while ago. He had me punching repeatedly against a sack of sand after our sparring session. My hands hurt after five punches against the solid surface, but I refused to quit. Instead, I did everything he asked and more. Saxon even showed me some self-defence kicks. Just like the punches, the kicking action returned to me quickly. Combat training is something I have been doing all my life. The question is, why?
I told Saxon I would rest after he left, but I am sick of resting. Resting and waiting for memories that might never return.
‘Strong body, stronger mind.’ Somebody told me that once. Perhaps one day I will remember who it was.
I have regained much strength from these people’s care. Mostly through Manny’s homemade soup. Some families, like Sa
