Slowly, I turned. My father was alive but the rebel had shot Gracie straight through her head. Father wept and didn't stop. Hands shaking, he closed Gracie's mouth and eyes which were hanging open in shock. Cackling, the rebels were sneering at me.
"You ran, little girl. You ran and your innocent sister had to pay the price. Oh dear!" Meanwhile, father had had enough. Wrenching free, he escaped too, telling me to run. There was bedlam! Bullets rained down on us but we dodged. We were nearly near the town when father fell. A rebel was in front of us and he had shot father. With his last dying breath, my lovely caring dad looked at me, only love and concern in his eyes, and whispered:
"Run May! Run!"
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FOREVER MAY
FantasíaMay is a six year old girl with a happy family. But not for long. In her country, a civil war has started and as May's dad is the ambassador, he is caught right in the middle of it. The sinister rebels want him dead, but this blood thirsty group wil...
