My story is short and not very interesting, but for me it is very important. It was summer of 2014. We heard rumours about the beginning of the war. I was six at that time.
My mother and I were going on vacation to the seaside. I thought it would be a vacation. I was so happy and joyful, going by bus. I pretended to be asleep. Mum thought that I was deeply asleep and called her grandmother. Having heard their conversation, I almost burst into tears.
“We were fired at, and tanks drove through twice,” my grandmother said. I felt scared, scared for my grandparents, scared for my dad, who would soon be back, and I scared for my friends.
When we arrived, I admitted to having heard the conversation. Mum and I talked about this situation. It has been a long time, but I remember this story, I remember and will remember.
