Black Day In Aire Response

That morning, like every other day for the past decade, Taya was torn between resistance and acceptance of her sadness that time has had no effect on. It was the Black Day in Aire, the annual tribute to the victims of the Grostro Pirates’s attack. Taya and Marti skipped breakfast and left the house together without saying much. On their way to the memorial center, Taya broke the silence asking Marti, who lost her father in the fight, what she remembered the most about that day.
“I remember the darkness,” she replied. I remember all of us kids of different ages sitting for hours in one room not really knowing what was going on other than it was something bad. How about you? What comes to your mind first?,” it was no Marti’s turn to ask. She was a bit surprised by her direct question as she knew Taya always refused to go deep into the painful topic, yet it was her who brought it up in the first place.
“I don’t really recall much after the explosion. I know I was sent to hide in the house for a while and after the sound of shots disappeared, I walked out to look for my parents. The next thing I remember was my grandmother taking me to her house without saying anything at all. I know why she kept silent. What could have she said? How could have she explained in that moment what had happened to me, her and the

But today in particular, we stand here united, all of us who lost a family member on the Black Day, to show our gratitude for their bravery. Without their courage, Aire would not be the wonderful place we call home. They will always be missed, but never forgotten,” echoed the words of Mr. Chore whose son was among the names written on the memorial plaque. The words that to some felt comforting, and to others like an idiomatic equivalent to a déjà vu from the past years, didn’t find their way to Taya’s ears. She was standing next to Marti, surrounded by people, yet alone in her