As I went in, I stood frozen, my gaze fixed on the remnants of our shattered home. The weight of despair threatened to consume me as I struggled to process the enormity of the devastation before me. It felt as though our dreams and memories had been torn apart, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.
A voice trembled from behind a collapsed wall, "Is that you? Are you back?" I recognized the voice immediately—it was my sister, Sarah. I hurriedly made my way toward the sound, scrambling over the debris that once formed the walls of our home.
"Sarah!" I called out, relief washing over me. And there, amidst the rubble, I found her, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. We embraced, clinging to each other tightly, finding solace in our shared presence.
"Where's Dad and the others?" I asked, my voice choked with emotion.
Sarah's eyes filled with sorrow. "Dad... Dad went to search for our younger brother," she whispered. "He went out to find him and hasn't come back."
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