Settled down by my cousins, enjoying the cool Kansas breeze, laughing, joking, and relaxing. Mom’s outside with Aunt Grace talking about God knows what while the kids were laughing in the living room. I remember talking to my cousin Ronald about what we should do outside to either ride our bikes, walk around the neighborhood, play tag, just do something active since we were young with enthusiasm and optimism about what else is out there in life for children to do in their spare time. Something just egged me on to go check Mom outside, as I got up from the couch , I noticed two men, standing outside, dressed in camouflage with such a stern mask covering their face. All of a sudden Mom begins to worry, but at the time I was as confused as to why Mom would have such a feeling of concern.
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Mom began to cry loudly to God asking why and how could this be. As the two men left, Mom began speaking Chamorro towards Aunt Grave and ()understood a little of it since I was the oldest out of what was at the time three, but now five. I felt my face tightening, eyes watery, and face hot and red. Without thinking, my feet were on their way to throw my mournful body onto the couch. My cousins began asking me what was wrong. I told them that my dad had gotten injured in Baghdad where he was in critical condition. Suddenly everyone was crying, some trying to hold it in but couldn't. My heart broke once I heard the news from my mom. It was an immense ill feeling a child could ever consume. Knowing that someone who's a part of you is in critical condition due to a bombing. The entire atmosphere was depressing. No one really said anything. Their somber face said it
Mom began to cry loudly to God asking why and how could this be. As the two men left, Mom began speaking Chamorro towards Aunt Grave and ()understood a little of it since I was the oldest out of what was at the time three, but now five. I felt my face tightening, eyes watery, and face hot and red. Without thinking, my feet were on their way to throw my mournful body onto the couch. My cousins began asking me what was wrong. I told them that my dad had gotten injured in Baghdad where he was in critical condition. Suddenly everyone was crying, some trying to hold it in but couldn't. My heart broke once I heard the news from my mom. It was an immense ill feeling a child could ever consume. Knowing that someone who's a part of you is in critical condition due to a bombing. The entire atmosphere was depressing. No one really said anything. Their somber face said it