Growing up my mother told me stories about how the world used to be different. The people were good the world was good. Earth apparently was this wonderful place with beautiful cities, where the buildings were made of glass and looked as if they were part of the sky. The countryside had rolling hills and forest filled with all different colors of greens and the most beautiful animals, but the world has changed and that’s not the world I've come to know. Mother had cities made of glass I have cities of rubble and abound building all a faint memory of what used to be. She had rolling hills of the countryside I have torn up land and dangerous forest that can either be you safe haven or your quick demise if you aren’t smart. Mother grew In a fairytale and I grew up in the nightmare. …show more content…
I do remember my moms worried face when she saw the videos on the news of soldiers fighting these scary monsters. I remember her and some man, I’m assuming who was my father packing suitcases. I remember big men dresses in white puffy outfit knocking on our door getting us out of our house to evacuate us to a base camp. I didn’t understand what was happening at the time but even at that young age I knew it wasn’t good. I wish I could back to being four or younger in that state of not knowing what’s going on and my biggest concern being toys. Instead I’m alone at 16 trying to survive every second of everyday. Trying to forget everything that has happened to