I smiled softly to myself, for the first time in years. It reminded me of a time when we were safe, happy, and reunited with our family. I brushed off the thought of my family, and went back to work. We were forced to work for our enemies, and we would never rest. The feeling of exhaustion swept over me, but I shook it off. I wasn’t going to be defeated today. Only 7 more years I would tell myself. 7 years. Oh god. I sighed, and dropped my shovel. I walked through crowds of children, looking for water. That’s when I saw the flower. The first life I’d seen there. Was this a sign of hope?