The beginning of this chapter showed the first sign of the way life used to be before the rebels came. The villagers welcomed the seven boys with open arms and let them eat food and dance and remember how life can be fun and that you can trust others. They finally got a break from the dull, scary, and lonely journey of seven boys trying to escape the hands of the rebels and war. The night after they left the village seemed like the firs time that all the boys felt they could be together as a whole group and have some fun instead of sitting into the night wondering what could happen next. This made me feel better, and hopeful that maybe their troublesome journey had come to an end. Then it got hard again as we learned how each boy first found out about the rebels attacking Mattru Jong. This made my heart drop especially for Saidu as he had to listen to his three sisters being raped while hiding in the attic and not being able to do anything, that would drive me crazy. When Saidu fainted I thought that he fainted and not dead, or at least passed out because the bird was poisoned. I felt better when he woke up but then couldn’t believe that he died the next night. After all the trouble these boys went through I didn’t think they would be able to handle the death of a close friend like that. And then I couldn’t help wondering like the rest of them were, who would be next to have their temporary journey through this world end.
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Good job! I also enjoyed reading this chapter because I, too, found some comfort in the fact that they found a village that acted like their old ways. Saidu's death was very tragic indeed and my heart dropped when I read about it. If I were in a similar situation, I would wonder like the boys do, about who would be next. In this lifestyle, you never know what will happen next or who will die next because there are so many deaths happening around you that it's hard not to think about death. Your ending statement was great! Goooood jobbb!! :) :)
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