We hid in a convent under beds. The thing I remember most is the shivering cold fear forcing me to cry out. I remember feeling the ground vibrating before I heard the loud stomping of boots, step by approaching step. My arms, legs went numb. I can still see my mother’s eyes, wide, looking at father under the bed across us, and him cupping my brothers’ mouths. Feet appeared in the aisle. I remember scraping on the floor, Adam screaming and never a sound from father or David. And that was that. I never saw them again.
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I saw this picture in the afternoon. It is now late evening and up till an hour ago I was still sure I wasn’t going to participate this week! Nothing came to me. But then it finally did and I hope you like it.