Your dad (Douma) and mom had you at 14 and 15. You grew up in a dirty, small house (that usually smelt like weed) all your items were from someone else since your parents were poor. You were only 4 yet you had to take the bus to preschool most of the time. You frequently heard yelling and screaming at night but it didn’t stop you from sleeping. You were woken up to the sound of bullets and your dad rushing into the room “Sweetie! Sweetie come on!” he dragged you to their room and made you lay down while the bullets were still making a lot of noise