Everyone was sleeping when the bad men came. My mother held me tight – so hard it hurt, but it did no good. The men knocked her down and dragged me away.
Did they kill her? Where was my father? Why we were there, so far from home? I’ll never know. Though I survived, made a life here from necessity. That’s what you do, when you have no choice, especially when you’re young.
If I had a wish, if they’re alive I’d let them know: I lived a life. And I was never lost.