You know that moment when it feels like the sky is about to fall? Your perfect image of the world has been completely erased. I feel like the wind and water under my feet are the only thing keeping me afloat; as the gas seeps through the single crack in the wooden prison. A sigh of relief escapes me because I can finally see my end in the form of a gaseous poison designed to kill. Designed to erase the remaining memories of a 16-year-old boy's history. It all started on April 1, 2013, the first day we heard the sirens and the last day of normality. The men broke down the front door, throwing my mother and younger sister to the floor. Their bodies become personal with the concrete. «Wilbur! my mother screamed waking up my father without thinking, he immediately ran to cover me. “Hide here,” he said; his voice seduces me with the heat of summer. I silently waited patiently for some sign that everything was okay, but instead I was greeted by the violent screams of my mother and sister. I saw blood splatter on the walls of the hallway before I heard his name. "Wilbur!" Time froze as the scene replayed over and over in my head. “Daddy” I cried with tears in my eyes. There was no pain, just a void that would never be filled again. I saw his name flash in my eyes before settling deep in my throat, never to be spoken again. "Take them to the van we don't have all day." A soldier shouted. “Stop crying, get up,” he said, pushing the butt of the rifle into my mother's left shoulder. “Leave her alone,” I spat at the guard. It landed on my cheek, but none of that mattered because I didn't feel anything. "Get up." The guard spoke with a hiss. The mother remained crying on the floor, motionless. His hands held my father... in the middle of the paper... and even in the middle of the night he looked like an innocent angel. “Our resting place,” shouted the embittered man. “They'll take us all out and shoot us. It was nice meeting you." "Shut up. I don't care if you feel hopeless and bitter, but don't put my kids through that. Sully and Toby come sit next to me. I had never seen my mother so angry and hurt at the same time. The wound of my father's death was still fresh in his heart. “We'll take a detour here. The children and women will remain on board. The man follows the guard in the blue uniform." The guard, ordered "now". He immediately began to push the man out of the trailer. When the other guards touched the embittered old man. He whistled and shouted shouting "I have children". We all looked at him in disbelief and he noticed because he quickly followed up by saying “Well, I could.”