I sat down in the den next to the cozy fire. We had finally settled down in our home, coming inside from our farm work. It was night time now, almost time for us to get some sleep. Father sat on his comfy chair next to the fire, me on his left as he read the day's paper. Mother was in her rocking chair knitting. Our baby brother in his bassinet sleeping soundly. She every now and again rocked Banning in his bed to keep him asleep. I leaned against the wall behind me, my eyes shut. My older brother Mario was in the other corner on the side where Mother sat and my twin brother was still out trying to finish the last of his field work.
The front door opened and there came in my twin brother Margo, his short hair was dirty with mud and so was his shirt and slacks. He looked at all of us with his brown eyes. "Finally" Mother exclaimed. "You're done with your farm work!"
"Well yeah you know me." Margo said proudly as if he had done something great.
"Lad go get yourself cleaned up." Father said to him, not taking an eye off of his paper. He turned the page and squinted at it, bringing the paper closer. I sighed, tired, ready to go to bed.
Margo soon came back clean, sitting on the steps leading to our kitchen. He had a towel around his shoulders, wiping out his ears. "What are you reading Father?" Margo asked.
"This is just ridiculous." Our father said. He began to fold the paper back. "England is on a rampage. They've just taken over Gilmore."
"Our old home!?"Our Mother said sitting her knitting on her lap and leaning forward.
"I'm afraid so dear." My Father said to her. "It seems that they are heading this way."
"Do we have to move again?!" I said leaning forward looking at my father.
"We just might have to Marco." he said to me.
"But we just moved like a month ago!" Margo exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Now listen, would you rather move, or lose your life?" Our father said to him leaning forward, staring him in the eye showing him that he meant business.
"I want to live sir." Margo said, backing down and our father leaning back. Margo sighed.
"Don't worry boys." my mother said, looking at us with her loving eyes. I sighed.
"We might just have to leave tomorrow."my father said, opening his paper back. He leaned back in his seat while Margo used sign language to tell Mario the bad news. He didn't want to move either. But it had to be done if we wanted to live. It was our only hope.
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Drafted
ActionMarco's life plan did not include being drafted into the army by the English and fighting against his own people. How was he even to become a hero at all when all odds were against him. After being separated from his family, all he had left was God...
