"Well, I'll start with a story," said Grandma. "This was back when your mother was just a little older than you are. She and her... younger brother played with another young longneck called Camara. I had noticed that Camara had bruises over her body, but I just assumed that she was quite clumsy. What a fool I was... the next day I found her... and she was..." The old female failed to finish the sentence before crying again, the painful memories of not only Camara, but her children too, coming back to her.