When her elder sister died, Seelima was still too young to understand much of the intricacies of living… more accurately surviving in that cruel city.
She knew the very basics, but much of the finer details were either borne by her elder sister, so she had no experience or she was simply too young and immature to contemplate on them in the first place.
For instance, the young girl never understood why she had to move every few nights to a new spot to sleep.
She hated having to move just as she had gotten used to the new place and after finding the most comfortable way to sleep there.
Yet now, she would be asked to once again move, sleeping clutching her thin, ragged sack that served as her mattress as well as her pillow, its ends being rolled up to provide whatever cushion it could for her tiny head.
