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Baski was picking herbs with her daughter. Remeta was happy all day. Her expression was cheerful and bright. That was how it's been for few weeks now.

It gives Baski a special kind of joy. Today, they were picking new fallen leaves.

All of a sudden, Remeta let go of her bowl and it fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide and she began crying.

A loud distressed cry filled with so much pain.

"Remeta! Remeta!" Baski dropped her own bucket and ran to her.

Remeta's eyes remained wild, she stared at the space in front of her unseeingly. "No, no, no!"

She was crying. She was shaking her head.

Baski was filled with pain and panic at the sight. What is wrong with her daughter?

She grabbed hold of Remeta's arms and shook her roughly. "What is it, Remeta?