Dust.
The smell of dust, fire, gunpowder and the fresh-hunted catch everywhere around her.
Only this time, the prey weren't wild animals.
People running, people screaming, people falling on the ground and being silenced forever.
A ray of hope as the protective shadow of her mother appears above her, only to be followed by a ray of despair, which reflected the look on her face and the horror in her eyes.
"We need to run", she takes her hand, only to be separated once again when moments later something big, something mean, something maleficent grabs her mother and takes her out of her sight.
Out of her world.
"Lili, Mama, where's Lili, oh Mama, don't leave me, we have to find Lili" but no one can hear the tiny child's voice in this chaos.
Then just a little bit more of smoke, screaming, and something hot flowing down her left cheek.
And then nothing.
Darkness.
And that gut-wrenching sensation in her 3-year-old mind that the world where she used to spend her careless days playing and enjoying the beauties of life is never going to be the same again.
