It was just a normal morning, I thought so. I was sleeping, like any other day, in my happy-colorful room, with many and many colorful pictures, toys and photos of my favorite cartoons. I heard footsteps, that where coming closer and closer to me, then two hands took me and started to shake me.
"Wake up!Robbie fast!"
That was my mom. I wasn't really understanding what's going on, and I really didn't have too. She took me and ran out of the room, because a bomb dropped into it and blowed.
"Mom?!"
I told with a scared voice, but she didn't answer, she was too busy running out of the house.
My happiness, my life , my friend...Everything! It was the day that ruined my life. Mom ran to the big car with many kids and women in it. She dropped me there and told.
"Robbie, it's a war! We have to go!"
"No!"
"Yes!Your dad will stay and fight! We don't have any option, then to run away!"
"No!"
I started to cry. She hugged me and whispered.
"Your pa will come to us later, we just have to wait."
She was tearing too. My dad ,who was in soldier clothes and had a gun in his hands, was running after the car.
"I love you!"He cried.
"I love you too!" Mom replied.
It was a long and really uncomfortable ride . The car was full of kids who were sneezing very loud.I kept asking mom:
"What is happening? Why are they fighting us? Who are they?"
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know."I was getting the same answer every time, and every time I was getting more and more upset. It was the fear, that right now, right at this second, they can shoot us.
