Things had been different once. Granny Tu said so. Before Daddy died, Mama had been the first out on the water every day, quick to share a grin and a kiss, to snatch up one of her daughters and spin her around and around, high in the air, until the laughter of little girls pealed like bells acros...
The landscape changed as they moved across the desert. Parched soil gave way to cracked clay, and swaths of grassland dwindled to sparse clumps of low-lying shrubs. The wind scoured the ground as they walked, whipping grit into their eyes. If he hadn’t felt the water, buzzing at the base of his s...