Prologue

I was tossed in a sack, and carried away.

Where was I going? Why was I going? I had no idea...just that men took me away, and killed my mother right in front of my eyes.

"Wahh! Wahh!" I cried, in the sack...trying to push myself out.

One man's--maybe 2--arm was strong, while I, as a 5 year old, weak. Weak like thin paper, floating down in mid-air..

I once learned that panicking wasn't going to do any good & wasn't a solution, so I quickly pictured myself sleeping on a "pink" cloud with my mother, and fell asleep....

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.12.2011

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