Just Some Background Info
Once upon a time, in a land far away from any you can imagine, lived my two sisters and I. The land we lived in is called Zenia and it is as simple a land as you can imagine. This place is full of wonderful flowers and meadows and the greenest grass as far as your eyes could see. Yes, Zenia is a peaceful kingdom and many neighboring lands have grown accustomed to our customs and made them their own. And Zenia, to this day, is a role model for many a nations.
Yet, no matter how peaceful a land, tragedy always seems to strike. This time, however, it struck us. Our parents had gone out looking for jobs, as would any parents needing money to take care of their family. My sisters and I waited patiently for them until nightfall. When the moonlight came streaming into our small living room, I told my sisters to go to bed as I did myself. I knew something was not right. The next day, a messenger confirmed my doubt. My parents had gone to a bar after a long day of searching for work and a fight broke out. Some men said something inappropriate to my mother and had angered my father. My father plunged at the men and one of the men took out a knife and stabbed him. As soon as the man was about to stab him again, my mother came in the way and she was also stabbed. They both died instantly.
I took the news calmly, on the outside, yet on the inside I was hurting. My two sisters started crying hysterically and I, being the oldest sister, had to comfort them and be their strength. A small funeral was held the next day where the very few people who knew my parents came. The funeral was quick and I was touched by the sympathy people gave to my sisters and me. After that day, I knew I was to take care of my sisters as my parents did.