"Mihael, it's time to go." mother tugged my hand, but I wouldn't budge. I was too busy watching the soldiers go by. She sighed, and kneeled down in front of me. "Mihael." she grasped me tightly, "You shouldn't see this."
The soldiers limped onward. A horrible sight, one that was hard for me to understand at the time. Little did I know that the sight of blood would never become easier to see. "Will it ever, dad?"
I shook my head, breaking the spell that the somber promenade had fixed me with. "Momma?" I looked up at her. " Why are they hurt?"
Mother stood up, still grasping my hand, her gaze was cast downward as she turned away from the crowd. "They made poor decisions. But don't concern yourself with that, love." She smiled, "all you should be worrying about is how much stew you can eat tonight." she playfully poked me in the stomach as she lead me away from the street.
"Why? Why is her smile fake, dad?"
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The Son of a Soldier
FanfictionMihael Klein never knew who his father was, or is. His whole life he had gone without knowing his identity, and at the tender age of eleven, he decides to take it upon himself to take up the search. As tragedy strikes, Mihael soon finds himself out...
