The day we died - Egon’s POV (part 1)

It was the happiest night of his life.

While most Lanarkians dreaded the dark clouds in the rainy season, he rejoiced. It was heaven's gift that accompanied the nearing birth of his sibling. Stormy weather made the fish more likely to bite.

He grinned at his fishing pole, "I will catch plenty for mother."

In the afternoon, their kind neighbor from the middle cottage shared a loaf of bread with him. She specifically mentioned that fish meat would be beneficial for his mother's milk.

Whistling a cheerful tune, Egon bravely ventured out of his cottage despite the storm with his fishing pole resting on his shoulder and the bait securely tied to one of the holes in his torn trousers.