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=EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT=

"Fatima! Go down to the river and get some water for your mother so I can bathe her," yelled my dad. He stood there tall with thick, dark hair on his head and short, curly hair on his chin waiting for for me to reply. "Yes father, I'll go now." Yusufa, my younger sister, always had to come with me wherever I went. Yusufa is short with long, dark, straight hair like our mother's. My mother is usually a very beautiful woman, but she is very sick. She usually has long, straight, brown hair but now it is a pail white color. Her skin is usually nice and dark, but now it is pale and pastey. My mother has been sick with AIDS for a couple of years now. She got AIDS just three years ago when Yusufa was three and I was ten. My father had HIV for a year and my parents were always around eachother and thats how she got AIDS. But my father had never had AIDS before we think he got HIV from being around someone that might have had it. Since my father is always taking care of my mother he has no time for Yusufa and I. But we understand because we want my mother to live and we would hate to see her go. She loves our village in Darfur, and everyone loves her right back.

I walked down to the river with my rusted, metal, thin bucket in my hand and Yusufa walking aside me. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk down to the river. It usually goes by quickly because we always find a way to help pass the time. We usually play the guessing game or we look at the plain scenery. We finally got to the river, and I dipped my bucket into the cold water of the river. The water is so cold I could feel the bucket shiver. I set the bucket to the side of the river. After that, I jumped into the cold, refreshing water and washed up my face and my body. Yusufa did the same right after me. After a whie, we were all clean, and started heading home back to our small hut with the bucket full of water. Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! the bucket leaked as we hauled it across the ground. "Thank you girls," my father said. "Our pleasure father," we replied. My father bathed my mother and with the extra water there was in the bucket, Yusufa and I washed some of our clothes. It usully takes a long time because we don't have soap and our clothes are so dirty. We don't have that many clothes so we have to keep wearing the same ones at least three times in a row. When we finally finished washing the clothes, we ran along to bring them to father. Then, we decided to go for a walk through the mountains to look for food.

=RISING ACTION= "Yusufa! Did you find anything yet?" I yelled. "No! Did you?" Yusufa questioned. "Nope! I wish, keep looking!" "I'm tired. I don't want to look anymore! It has been two hours already! There's nothing up here, or down there, or over there!" Yusufa complained. "Well we can't go home without any food, Father will be upset." I was getting annoyed with Yusufa, but we had to keep looking because we needed food for our family. I have to agree with Yusufa when she says there's no food anywhere, but we will have to deal with what we find. "Fatima! Over here, I found a berry bush." I quickly turned around and headed straight towards my younger sister. My eyes widened when I saw what my younger sister had found. She was sitting under a small bush with her mouth full of juicy, ripe blueberries. "Stop! We need those for the family!" I pushed her away from the food. "Oh. Sorry." "Now help me gather whats left of the berries."

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