She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell.

She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother’s hand and laughing.

What she could never remember is the exact moment the sky above went from that pristine shade of blue, to ashen gray; as the falling bombs signaled the beginning of the war.


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