Yeah I guess I don't have a choice but to share my story.
*sits down with Daniel*
Lucy and Mary are both 6. Mary has straight brown hair like my dad and I, but Lucy has curly blonde hair like my mother. They're the reason that I wake up every morning. Big Brother said to talk about our most devastating memory though. *looks away*
I was fourteen. The war was winding down and the government said that the troops would be home somewhat soon, but my dad's platoon was stationed in an isolated area near an enemy camp. The communication capabilities were poor because of how far they were from the UK, so they didn't get news about the ceasefire in time. They attacked the enemy with the hopes of bringing the war to an end. Little did they know that it was already over. A battle is a battle though, and my dad was killed. By the time we got the news, my friends' dads had all come home and could play ball in the street with them and take them for a walk through the neighborhood and stuff. Not my dad. *stares into the fire* My mom was out buying groceries and she left me home to look after my sisters. There was a knock at the door, so I answered it. Two men in uniforms stood staring at me and I thought that they were going to tell me about when my dad would be coming home, but they said that he had been killed in the final battle of the war. Everything after that is sort of a blur but I just remember crying so much that my eyes stung and I had a headache. And the twins were crying because I was screaming and then my throat hurt and my mom was just standing there when she got home and it was just a nightmare. *shakes head* I don't like thinking about it.