He touches her thin arm as they look upon the children that they just put to bed.
“What are we going to do?” “Let’s go look at the sunset and talk about it?” They only lasted a few minutes outside and then the moths came. It seemed like in seconds they became millions. It seemed clear as daylight to him what they would do. At first she wasn’t keen on it. She kept on thinking what people they knew would say. He explained to her that those people don’t really know what’s going on. He forced her to look at herself in the mirror, forced her to really look at the children, look at him. That was enough to convince her. So they did it. They never spoke of it to anyone except each other, ever. After she saw a change with the children, she was so happy that she had actually agreed to it.
Then one day, the moths were gone. She started to worry again. They were all doing so well, what would become of them now? It was their eldest’s first day at school that unravelled their plan. The teacher called them to pick her up. The school psychologist explained what happened, that their little girl was caught chewing a live bird, she said she was hungry.