A strange niose

As I struggled up the mountain, running from the soldiers, I hear a strange voice, I was suspicious, so I stopped, turned and ran towards the voice, I got to a huge cave and heard the voice coming from inside, half of the cave had collapsed, as i got closer and closer the sound got even clearer, it sounded like a baby crying, I ran towards the sound knowing that the baby was hurt. I stop to see the baby on the ground with blood pouring down the baby’s face, I picked the baby up off the floor and saw the mothers head sticking out from the rocks. How dreadful it would be to see your mum like that at that young age, but I knew how it felt, I was only four at the time when all my family died. I wiped the baby’s head with some rag that I had in my bag, I sat down on a rock next to the lake and used the water to wash away the dry blood, I made a fire and we camped there for two-three months, the baby was like my own by then. I realised that the baby had not cuts, it wasn’t the babies blood it was his mothers.

A strange niose

Atiger97

Joined September 2008

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