(This story is full of angst if it's not your cup of tea you have to leave 😄)
March 1995,
"Kit faster..come on sweetheart." A beautiful lady who had her hair all over the place, with her foot bare with any kind of footwear, dressed on just pajamas..with a small child who no more than three years old on her embraced while a boy of nine years old is tightly clinging on her shirt. Her scared eyes sweep the quiet and dark night as he pulls the hand of the boy. The Boy who is on verge of crying, knowing nothing of what's going on is dragging his feet to the ground to match his mother's big ones.
"Mama..why are we running." The innocent eyes gazed upon his mother's misty ones. Kit's eyes are shocked as he saw blood trekking on his mother's left cheek." Mama! There's blood on your face!."
"Sshh, baby listen to me..we have to leave..okay? Because the bad guys..the bad guys will going to take you and your sister from me."
The eyes that are yet void of any world sin is gazing at his mother with fear.
"I don't want bad guys."The mother and his children keep on running when sounds of approaching cars and countless of footsteps became louder. Kina's tears race on her face as she picked up Kit and started running. Ignoring the pain her bare feet are sending every time she stepped on something pointy. The wound on her head is making her dizzy with all the blood seeping out from it.
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