Look at those ladies. Why aren’t they scared? There’s a ghost behind them. Haven’t they seen? Did they ask him what’s wrong? Why didn’t they bother to help him? Why didn’t I? I just stared at him the whole time. Look at how pitiful he is. He’s so thin he’ll no longer make the kids happy. He’ll just put on a frown to a child’s face. “Mommy, why is he there? Why didn’t they cut him down already? He must be tired,” said the unhappy child. “Darling, he’s not really dead. Look at him watching the sky. He’s waiting for the right time to make you smile. Someday you’ll look up to him smiling.” We are all like him. We’re watching the skies waiting for that moment- anxious and afraid, whether we will all be spared or thinned out until our bones turn into dusts.