A Story Turning to Reality I had a wonderful time growing up as a child. My father was a farmer, who normally leaved the house in the morning and returned home later in the day from the farm. He spent a lot of time in the farm during the farming season (raining season) while my mother stayed home to take care of the kids. On his free days or in the evening; my father, in many occasions used to give us (his children) a lot of narratives about life in the country before we were born. In many instances, he would tell us about wars that happened in the country in the past ; that kept me wondering about wars and little did I know that I was about to witness that first hand.
It was on one faithful afternoon, my dad was in the farm and I was at home as usual with …show more content…
I went and ask my mom, "Mommy why are you crying and mourning? Is there anything wrong?" and she couldn 't answer me at first, because she seemed to be in sorrow. I asked again, "mom are you fine?" and she said, “how can I be fine when I have no idea about where about of your siblings and your dad. I said "I knew mom was always like that getting worried about our where about and before that thought died out, she shouted, “they have started the war again." At this point it became clear to me that war is going on and that the stories that dad recounted to us is a reality. I persuaded mom to follow the crowd in running away because I was afraid of dying but she refused, insisting that she cannot leave my siblings and dad behind. Not quite long, we saw my siblings running toward us while mom was on her knees, mourning, crying and praying. As soon as she saw them, she said," praise be to God, who hears prayers. “As soon as they got close, we all decided to take to our heels like others and she defunded us not to carry anything, as life is more important than
It was on one faithful afternoon, my dad was in the farm and I was at home as usual with …show more content…
I went and ask my mom, "Mommy why are you crying and mourning? Is there anything wrong?" and she couldn 't answer me at first, because she seemed to be in sorrow. I asked again, "mom are you fine?" and she said, “how can I be fine when I have no idea about where about of your siblings and your dad. I said "I knew mom was always like that getting worried about our where about and before that thought died out, she shouted, “they have started the war again." At this point it became clear to me that war is going on and that the stories that dad recounted to us is a reality. I persuaded mom to follow the crowd in running away because I was afraid of dying but she refused, insisting that she cannot leave my siblings and dad behind. Not quite long, we saw my siblings running toward us while mom was on her knees, mourning, crying and praying. As soon as she saw them, she said," praise be to God, who hears prayers. “As soon as they got close, we all decided to take to our heels like others and she defunded us not to carry anything, as life is more important than