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Not a Custom
Not a Custom
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Soon after the child died, neighbours came in with food for the bereaved mother. It was a custom to take food to greiving families and customs as everyone knew were indispensable.
They asked the mother how her child died.
'He died of hunger', she replied.
'Tch tch, it's a pity we all are so poor', said one of the neighbours clicking her tongue, shaking her head from side to side.
It was a pity indeed, that they were all so poor and rescuing the starved wasn't a custom.
