The booms in the distance were not so distant anymore. The screeching whistles followed by an ear deafening blast, shot out across the smokey sky. Cowering in my home tears flood my eyes. Another thunderous bomb shakes the entire house breaking glass of counters and pictured memories crashing to the ground. The screams become a record that plays over and over in my mind. Legs trembling, heart ricocheting from my chest, I proceeded with adrenaline pumping through my veins.
My little brother, Kurt, was clueless as to what was happening yet still running in angst. His sandy blond hair discolored from all the ash, his bright green eyes dulled from lost hope. His body malnourished and face sunken in to show the true side of the war. His warming …show more content…
We’d be outside every day while he was teaching me how to rope cattle, cook meat, watch after Kurt, and balance a sleep schedule. He was my rock. I feel as if I didn’t quite have a chance to be a kid. As long as I’ve known I’ve had an imaginary mustache; that means I am a real man as my father told me once. He had the full stache with curls on the tips. I will always look to him as a mentor. Besides me being affected by my father's disappearance, my mother took the hard end of it all. The day Father left, Mother was in her bed weeping for 3 weeks. She stated that she will never find love again, so in my mind it was my duty to be her shoulder to lean …show more content…
The person in the vehicle saw us. As the vehicle approached it slowed down near us, soon enough the truck was stopped on the side of the road. It was a tall man. He seemed as if he was looking for help.
He yelled, “Hello? Is anyone there? I need help, I don’t know where to go.”
I stood up with trembling legs and said, “Hello sir, we are lost too.”
The man stated, “Hello, I am Keith, are you guys from the village of Chifanco?”
“Yes we are, the Soldiers attacked us.” I thought to myself, the man said his name was Keith, and he looked very familiar. Could this be..no that is not possible. I had so many question in my head but the words were just not coming out. Keith and I stood there staring at each other for a minute. I thought to myself, what is going through his mind.
Keith said, “Are you Brian?”
“Yes, Brain Kaimil. What is your last name Keith?”
“Kaimil.”
We both froze in confusion. Could this really be my father?
“Son?”
I couldn’t help myself so I said, “Are you my father? Is your wife
My little brother, Kurt, was clueless as to what was happening yet still running in angst. His sandy blond hair discolored from all the ash, his bright green eyes dulled from lost hope. His body malnourished and face sunken in to show the true side of the war. His warming …show more content…
We’d be outside every day while he was teaching me how to rope cattle, cook meat, watch after Kurt, and balance a sleep schedule. He was my rock. I feel as if I didn’t quite have a chance to be a kid. As long as I’ve known I’ve had an imaginary mustache; that means I am a real man as my father told me once. He had the full stache with curls on the tips. I will always look to him as a mentor. Besides me being affected by my father's disappearance, my mother took the hard end of it all. The day Father left, Mother was in her bed weeping for 3 weeks. She stated that she will never find love again, so in my mind it was my duty to be her shoulder to lean …show more content…
The person in the vehicle saw us. As the vehicle approached it slowed down near us, soon enough the truck was stopped on the side of the road. It was a tall man. He seemed as if he was looking for help.
He yelled, “Hello? Is anyone there? I need help, I don’t know where to go.”
I stood up with trembling legs and said, “Hello sir, we are lost too.”
The man stated, “Hello, I am Keith, are you guys from the village of Chifanco?”
“Yes we are, the Soldiers attacked us.” I thought to myself, the man said his name was Keith, and he looked very familiar. Could this be..no that is not possible. I had so many question in my head but the words were just not coming out. Keith and I stood there staring at each other for a minute. I thought to myself, what is going through his mind.
Keith said, “Are you Brian?”
“Yes, Brain Kaimil. What is your last name Keith?”
“Kaimil.”
We both froze in confusion. Could this really be my father?
“Son?”
I couldn’t help myself so I said, “Are you my father? Is your wife