I have not consciously thought about her or that moment for a long time, yet last night I dreamed of her cough, and told her story to a another person in my dream. It was almost like a PTSD thing. I remember that real life moment, affected me deeply, at the time. I guess that sound, and the child's life is still in my subconscious somewhere and it stepped forward in my dreamworld last night.
Note* I wonder if 7 years fro now, I will dream of stuff that happened in the slum, this trip of 2025.