We were still very little living in our rural home near Empress. Ayo as we called her was jes a few years older than me, water was fetched from far a communal well. Taht day we got there and there was no one. The usual long ques were not there. The people who would normally help us get water were not there. The well was open with a metal lid with a hole in the center large enough to let a little one fall in. She asked me what was easier for me to do. I volunteered to draw the water. It couldnt be hard, I had seen others do it. We were new in the community did I mention that, So I got to the top and began drawing the water while Irene was lifting up the buckets and putting them afar off from where we would carry. The metal lid was slippery andI slid, the opening of the covering gaping to let me in the well. Irene young as she was bravely help the rope, and began pulling yelling for me to never let go of the rope. Right at the opening of the well she pulled me to life... We never talked about it ever again. I reminded her only when she was ill, how she had saved me. I vowed to do my best to see that she lived... I failed....