Escape Plan

I bent down and picked up Ken, who was munching on a piece of dark chocolate. ‘Give Mummy a bite.’ ‘Oh.’ Ken was somewhat reluctant, but he still pried off a chunk of the melting chocolate and handed it to me. ‘Mummy, is she Aunt Nessa?’ ‘No, she’s a bad person. Don’t pay attention to her. Don’t talk to her.’ ‘Huh?’ Ken was confused. ‘If she’s a bad person, why did she give us food?’ ‘She’s afraid we’ll die if we don’t eat. Then she can’t explain to her boss if that happens. Remember, she’s not your aunt. We hate her.’ ‘Okay, we hate her,’ Ken said, turning his little head and glaring at Nessa. He was a talented young actor. Nessa looked at the two of us, shook her head and walked out of the tent. But once she left, my tears began to flow again. ‘Mummy, why are you crying again?’ ‘It’s nothing. Mummy’s just happy that we finally have food.’ I was overwhelmed and feeling incredibly sorry for Nessa. She lost her parents at a young age and grew up in an environment without love or affecti