"Mama?" I said as I watched my mother buttoning up my coat. She had slipped something in my pocket. "Why are we leaving?" I was shaking, shivering, it was too cold.
"You'll understand soon dear." My mother nodded, her eyes red. Was she crying before? She quickly picked me up into her arms.
"Where's papa?" I waited too long for her to answer. "Mama, where is papa?!"
"He is no longer with us." She nearly choked on her words.
"What do you mean? Where is papa?!" I almost screamed at her.
"Shush my child." Her finger was up to my mouth, telling me to keep quiet. She picked up our small suitcase with her free hand. She began rushing to the bridge.
"Mama...?" She had come to a sudden stop.
She let out a gasp. "We must go under the bridge..." She was whispering now.
"But the bridge if fine mama..." I looked at the bridge. There was a truck. I saw many people being pushed into the back of the truck. "Mama?"
"Silence..." She put me down on the brick road. "I want you to run...Run to the church... Look for the preist, tell him that your mama told you to come here... And promise me..." She was staring at the bridge. "Promise me that you will not be caught." She was kneeling down before me, looking me in the eyes, her hands on my shoulders.
"But mama..."
"Go." She stood up, turned me around and pushed me in the direction to the chruch.
I looked back at her. I didn't think that would be the last time I saw her. "Mama?" She pushed lightly at me, tears in her eyes. "I said go!"
I did as I was told. I didn't bother to look behind me one last time. I ran through the darkness of the streets, keeping myself hidden in the shadows.
By the time I was close to the church, it was raining. Now on the dust roads, which were now mud, I was soaked. I kept my arms wrapped around me, failing to keep warm. I was cold, I was tired, I was hungry. I felt like I couldn't go on any longer. Even with the church in sight, I felt like there was no purpose. No purpose to do what my mother had told me. I fell at the first steps of the church.
At that time, I didn't know what was happening. No one had told me that there was some war going on. I didn't know my father had run off without us. I didn't understand anything. Even know, I don't understand the hopelessness of this pointless war.
I opened my eyes, I had fallen asleep on the steps of the church where I had been long ago. For months I've been having this same dream. More like a flashback of what happened. I let out a sigh as I looked up at the blue sky. "Why are you so beautiful? Unlike me..." I sat up and yawned. I tried to think about my dream. Something was...different. In the others, did mama put something in my pocket? I stood up and let the wind blow through my hair. "Hmmm..."
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