The war has been going on for what seems like forever now. I am quite tired of it, the constant shouting of people on the streets, and the bombings, which take place at night, at least once a week. My father was sent away to war, I miss him terribly, he was the only one that supported my dancing. My mum on the other hand, never was fond of it, she said I was supposed to stay home like the rest of the women. Though my father nor my mum know I go to this class everyday. If they ever found out, I would be locked away for the rest of my life. I guess for now, it will have to stay this way.
