ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

The night was dark with silence but was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside their temporary shelter. Lewis couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about their situation.

The suffering in their family was something he couldn't ignore, and Lewis knew they had to do something drastic to change their situation. For how long can they endure such a harsh situation? He would have to do something either by hook or by crook.

He looked by his side, his father was still sleeping. He had to wake him up. They needed to think and find a way out. "Dad, wake up," Lewis whispered, gently shaking his father's shoulder. He didn't want to wake his mother up.

Mr. Michael groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly. "Lewis, it's the middle of the night. What's wrong?"

Lewis took a deep breath. "Dad, I have something on my mind to discuss with you.”

Micheal gazed at him deeply wondering what was wrong. When Lewis was able to get his full attention, he continued. “We can't go on like
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