I remember once I was with my family. It was a bright blue sunny day and my father was outside growing crops, my mother cleaning the yard. I was playing with my little sister. All was well until we heard men marching up to our home.
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I remember once I was with my family. It was a bright blue sunny day and my father was outside growing crops, my mother cleaning the yard. I was playing with my little sister. All was well until we heard men marching up to our home.