One special night, when a young boy turned 15, a delightful woman brought cake while singing him a song. The widowed lady placed a kiss on his son's freckled cheek. The living room was filled with joy for the whole town was invited. The town was small and distant from the city.
It was soon bombs and raids. Everyone panicked, ran outside, and was killed by a missile. The mother hid the boy under the sink when she heard men shouting and breaking down doors. The scared lad held together his knees as he watched his old mother fight a big soldier. The soldier hit the mother's face with the back of his shotgun. The boy came out to check his mother on the floor, unconscious. The soldier carried him from his house, crying, trying to escape.
The mother woke up. The sink was empty. The house was filthy. The town was quiet.
She didn't know what to think. She wanted to scream but she was too weak, physically and emotionally.
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