Listen to the Sirens

I was three years old when the first siren went off. I ran as quickly as my little legs can take me to my mom's room. All I could remember was her telling me and my brother to grab my suitcase and pack some clothes. In fear I did what she had said, no arguing.

Ten minutes into packing my stuff the second siren went off. Cars down the street were going off and I packed what I thought were essentials. My mom had come in an emptied out my suitcase, which was full of toys and not clothes. She grabbed all my clothes she could and put them in a suitcase.

We traveled down stairs and into the garage. She opened up the car trunk and put my tiny bag inside as well as my brother. You could see she had already packed food and water, with her suitcase inside as well.

She then put me in the back seat next to my brother, started the car, and was on our way.

Then the third siren went off.