maria70022020
The youngest of the children and the oldest of the elderly had died in the night that the government fell apart. Only the strongest of us survived. I was 13 at the time. I remember it well. Frankly, I don't know how you could forget.
School got out at 3. I got home around 3:30, just as I had any other day. I took normal classes with normal kids my age. The day was normal for all of us. As the evening hours rolled around, the news was buzzing. My parents were nervous. My sister and I were anxious.
And then at exactly 9:13 p.m. Thursday, September 9, all hell broke loose.