Seven coffins lay on a table; inside each one, the body of a child, in a body bag.<br />“We need to do this quickly,” a morgue attendant shouted. “The bodies haven’t been preserved.”<br /><br />And two by two, as the story of Noah’s Ark goes, they approached the coffins whose lids were lifted one by one and peeked inside.<br /><br />Inside them lay the bloated bodies of their sons whose bodies they would take away with them once it was determined in which coffin they lay.<br /><br />But it didn’t happen quite as clinically as that. When the parents came across the right body, the sound was unmistakable.<br /><br />There came a high pitched scream followed by wails of, “why did I let them go on that damned trip anyway.”
