My parents for years have been scattering to find a safe home to live in.

They made me on the way and I'm here now.

In this dark water flooded place full of dirt.

My mom is behind me holding my baby brother.

I have never know what warmth was, I walk by fancy villages at night and see family's cuddled close by the fire.

I smell the sweet smell of delicious fruit.

All I can afford is water.

The only meal I ever ate was a salad and some bread.

My father died, saving us by an officer.

The officer tried to kill us on our way to the cabin.

Our father refused to let us go with the blue man.

So... he killed him.

Tears would never end on my mother's face. My little brother wouldn't stop screaming and

I.... I didn't do anything. Staring at the body that layed before me, hearing laughs by these blue men and sobs from my family.

I ran, carrying my little brother to safety. I knew my mother was too tired and was blurred away by her tears. We finally reached home that day. Walking into my grandma sitting in her broken chair.

'One...Two..and three,' she smiled.' wait...' her face turning pale as she realized my father was gone.