There grew a child in the womb of its mother. It grew and was born healthy and whole. Of all of this child's siblings they numbered thirty two.
The family was so very large that they were all crowded into one home. This child was of the weak and mild sort and because they were passive the others of the family crowded them in. Eventually the child died. The family became so distraught that they refused to acknowledge the death of this child. So it became a thorn to them... over time a great poison.
The family tried to live as a functioning whole but within they held on to the memory of the least of them that did not survive. They took this sorrow to heart. It caused a malady to befall each member of the family. In their own way each member contracted a life threatening illness.
They were plagued by this lost child of misfortune. Each one took it upon themselves for the sole responsibility of the child's demise.
Then came a healer, they took the dead child and though it still remained dead it was made whole...
The family was spared...
This is a riddle...
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