The unfolded note was on the ground when she had found it. Her fingers had unfolded it, scared to what it will say. Her eyes knew she was done reading, she dropped the note on the ground, running back to her house.
The door had opened with a loud bang, my mother and I had been taken away as hostages in the civilize years of my early ages. As for my brother he had been taken away from the civilize people who don’t care.