It was early evening when it started, when the sounds of terror echoes through your neighborhood. Guns, explosions happened all around, men yelling Russian shooting your people.

Your parents hid you behind a hollow wardrobe, not long later hearing your own parents screams.

Now, sat on the floor weeping over your parents dead bodies. A women walked in,a gun in her hand. Her eyes widening at the scene before her. Her radio talking to her, a man's voice coming through. "Farah! We need to move!"