Now gone, left her body, they took her into the living room, where they had set up her bed, tucked under the blankets brought by so many cousins and schoolfriends until the third day. Her father, trapping his rage in the bones of his hands, began building around the small bed until the sides were tall and strong enough to support handholds. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hair in the washbasin. He then took a razor and cut the hair from his head until his scalp was clean and shone the window-light back at him when he looked in the mirror. He gathered the hair from the basin and returned to the living room, where he set his hair around his daughter's head. The immediate family, one by one, followed in turn, then followed by more distant family, and finally by friends, until the bed was covered in clouds of curling hair. They would mourn until their hair grew back in full, which is why only those who invite suffering into their homes wear their hair long. the father then begins to build a lid for the bed, and when this is done, the family carries the bed out of the house, through the streets, and out to the burial pond. Each of the children pull the hair over their sister's face to keep the water-spirits from reaching her, and the mother and father place a stone in each of her hands to keep her balanced. The mother then nails the lid onto the bed, and she sets the bed down onto the surface of the pond, thick in the summer with algae and mosquitoes. She then rides the bed out into the middle of the pond like a boat, and there she sings lullabies to her child until the water enters the bed, balance is lost, and the bed sinks down beneath the surface. The mother then usually swims back to the shore, but today she continues to sing, her legs kicking slow circles, hoping that death will come soon and take her as trade for her child, who will rise from the bottom of the pond and become one of the children who, at least in story and children's rhyme, rise up and live in the trees.

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