The bombings were getting closer.
I huddled near the bed with my little sister, under our makeshift fort. The top corner of my tshirt was soaked through by her tears.
I slowly stroked her head as her shoulders shook from crying.
I was scared but I tried my best to soothe her. To reassure her.
The sound of people screaming, lit up the night. The soundtrack of the past couple of hours.
It had come on so sudden. There had been no warning. No one had seen it coming.
I had always joked about it in the past. What I would do if it ever happened?
But I never believed it would.
It just seemed so outrageous, so unbelievable. So far fetched.
But I was wrong. It was happening right now and we were in the thick of it.
I closed my eyes and began to hum.
I rocked my sister in my arms, doing my best to keep her safe, as the sounds of bombings and screams played out around us.