To get a spot in the front row at her favorite singer's concert, my sister decided to split a hotel room with a fellow fan she'd known for ten years to save money.
But after the concert, my sister vanished without a trace.
Even after forty-eight hours, the police had no leads, and the fellow fan claimed she didn't know my sister.
We searched for my sister for ten years. In the end, we found her rotting and stinking by the roadside.
She was blind in both eyes, missing one arm from the shoulder down, and her legs were twisted and limp.
When she saw me, there wasn't a flicker of emotion in her eyes. With the two fingers left on her right hand, she tapped her metal bowl:
“Kind sir, spare a poor soul some food.”
