But It kept coming back every day since the day they destroyed my life just because they thought my family was rich. They killed everyone, the one they didn’t they captured as soldiers, someone like me. They put a gun in my hand, a gun that was bigger than my body, the thing that created all the agony. They gave me a gun that could have fired bullets into the hearts of my family as they gave up hope, the blood gushing out their wounds as the rebels heartlessly fired more at their direction accompanied with the laughter that broke the stillness in the