I wake up next to my mother. Today is just like any other day. My mom and I eat breakfast and then we do our own things. I personally like to chase the butterflies in the fields. I used to do it with my brother for a little while, but he isn't around anymore.
I went to bed one night and when I woke up he was gone. I didn't ask any questions because I knew I probably wouldn't like the answers. I don't know what happened to him. I have other siblings, but I have never met them. My mom never talks about it, and I haven't had a chance to ask my dad on account of the fact that I have never met him.
My mom is starting to get older, and I am growing more concerned each day. I hope nothing happens to her. As I am eating my lunch in the fields I see two big trucks pull up the gravel road. I run back to my mom and ask her what's happening. She ignores me and tells me to stay behind her.
I stay behind my mom for what feels like an eternity. I don't know what is happening and I am shaking from fear. Soon I see the other moms being put into one of the trucks and their kids being roughly put into the back of the another truck. The strange men get closer to my mother and I. They try reaching for me, but my mom blocks their way.
They then try two more times. Soon they get impatient and angry at her and hit her in the face with a metal pole, hard. She falls to the ground. Some of the men then tie chains around her feet and drag her into the truck with the other mothers, while the other men reach for me. I start to back away from them petrified at what they might do to me.
They slowly get closer. I can't help myself but cry for my mother. I can hear her calling my name before they shut the back of the truck. The men lunge for me and pick me up in the air. When we get to the back of the truck with the other kids in it they roughly throw me in alongside them. I look out of a tiny hole.
I can see the truck that I am in is pulling out of the driveway first. Shortly after, the car with my mother in it pulls out behind us. We travel up the gravel road. The truck is crowded, and I can hear the cries of the other children as the pain of being ripped away from the thing you love most settles in. The truck bounces roughly as it goes over pothole after pothole. I don't know where we are going or how long it will take to get there, but I do know that it can't be something good.
~One Day Later~
We are still on the truck and have stopped a few times, but we were never let out. Almost all of the children are sick including me. Some children are lying on the ground not moving. We haven't had food or water in a day, so that doesn't help the fact that we are sick. That doesn't mean I feel any better about it.
My stomach feels like a thousand knives are poking at it. I am beyond exhausted, and I can tell that the other kids feel the same. We have been too fearful to get any good sleep. There is pee and poop all over the place. Either from being sick, fear, or just not being able to hold it in any longer.
As we get to an intersection and our truck turns left, I see the truck with our mothers turn right. I don't understand what they are doing, but the thought of what they could do to them has me horrified. I have heard stories that gave me nightmares. I never thought that this would happen to us, yet here we are. I can hear the cries of the other children as they realize their mothers are probably gone for good.
I can feel the little hope any of us had disappear along with our mothers. I slowly lowered myself onto the ground. I was ready to give up and do whatever they wanted without a fight. It didn't take much longer before the truck stopped. This time they opened the back to let us out.
I was overjoyed with the thought of fresh air. I couldn't handle being in this crowded truck much longer. I am one of the closest children to where the back opened, so I was the first one they pulled out by my feet. I came crashing to the ground and felt a sharp pain run up my spine to my head. I felt them put a chain around my neck.
