It seemed unreal. Mother, Father and I were having a picnic on a hill. The sun's disappearance caused the sky to light up with shades of purple and pink. Father had brought the prettiest blanket. It was white as snow and looked like it was glowing! Mother opened the basket that I had seen her weave herself when I wasn't any older than five. She reached inside and pulled out, wait, was it really? Mother pulled out a pair of limes!
"Mother, those limes must have cost a fortune! How did you get them?"
With a smirk on her face she replied, "You know Mother has her ways."
It felt like we talked for hours. Laughing at the joke Father had told thousands of times before. And when night came, catching the fireflies. I laid down in my mother's lap and studied her face. She had lovely skin like cream. Her wavy raven hair tickled my nose. We had the same nose my mother and I. A large nose, although mine was layers with freckles. But my favorite feature that we shared, was our eyes. We both had dark blue eyes. Like an ocean on a cloudy day. My father says that the eyes are the window to the soul. It gave me comfort to thing that mother and I had the same soul.
Father decided that it was time to go home. I was half asleep as he picked me up and walked with my mother down the hill. Through my drowsy eyes it was all a blur. I saw men in dark clothes grab mother out of no where. I tried to scream but the noise wouldn't form. Father wasn't even noticing what was happening right beside him! I tried to move but it felt like I was paralyzed. As the evil men dragged mother away I saw one symbol that caught my eye. A 'X' turned on it's side. Like a cross but not one. Mother was fighting so hard to get away. She screamed a blood curdling scream that I wish I would never heard again. I finally got my voice and screamed myself. I woke up. It was a dream. But the screams were real.