The 3rd-floor Window

I fell to my knees crying as I watched the home I grew up with all the memories of my father reading to me and my mother teaching me how to cook. I watched, I watched as it all went up in violent colors of red, yellow and orange. My mother pulled me up by my arms "let's go Jess it's gone now, we can make new memories now, the old ones will lie in your heart dear child, we need to go!" We started running​ again to the metro tracks.
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Story of how a single girl won a war by her self.