[Nadia’s POV]
{AGE 6}
I found myself in the woods, holding my mother’s hand as we walked silently but fast. My father trudged ahead, carrying a dim torchlight that illuminated the path ahead.
“Where are we going?” I whined again, rubbing my left eye sleepily because my mother had woken me up in the middle of the night.
My mother squeezed my hand tightly, but didn’t reply. Father walked ahead silently as well, looking around occasionally.
I wanted to rebel, to throw a tantrum, but something inside me told me not to do such a thing. My brain was still trying to understand why we had to leave such a cozy home in the middle of the night.
At one point, Dad stopped in his tracks, and so did my mother.
“Honey…what’s wrong?” She asked him, her voice shaking.
I looked up at ma, wonderi
