The Life Of War

The Memories

It all started 10 years ago when war broke out in my country. It came at us like a plague, not understanding what destruction's were to be held.

I was only 14 when this happened. I was lost and weak, unable to support myself, it was horrifying.

I remember 3 men break down the door and put guns to our heads. Tears rushed down my face. I felt weak, vulnerable. They put a bag over my head with a gun against it. I looked through little holes of the bag. It was clear enough to make out everything in front of me. I heard my mother crying and my father screaming.

The sound of my parents voice made me know, this is the last time I'll see and be with them. I then heard 2 gunshots both at my parents heads. I fell to the ground. Not a sound came out of me. They then removed the bag off my head.

I found myself without a word. Tears slowly filled. Mama papa, are you really gone? Will I never feel your warm hugs? Your soft kisses? I already miss you.

I felt a sudden gush of wind through me. As if my parents were around me, But they were nowhere to be seen. I felt the warmth of my mothers hug wrap around me.