I felt frightened.
Sudden shifts of events rolled like thunder in my eyes.
And the wind of trauma drown into my soul.
How could I swim upstream from this fate of terror?
I was held captive for how many days by the rebels.
My tears dried up and my heartbeats fading.
Confusion and anxieties start killing my hope.
Everyday, I have been praying that the light of divine intervention will shed brightness into this shadow of darkness.
O how I missed Aunt Galina... and Amelia...
My Journal keeps me breathing and striving.
And I opened it to write my daily letter.
I wrote.
My dearest friend Amelia,
I hope you are fine.
May God help us to surpassed this battlefield of our lives.
I will hold you in my heart dearly and cherish our happy moments together.
Hope to see you soon when the s
