Chapter 6

Mila’s POV

Exhaustion must have taken over me when I finally laid my head upon the pillow, and the bed had felt like a heavenly cloud beneath me, after what I had been forced to sleep on for the past couple of days. In my dream, I dreamt of my family all alive again, sitting around the dinner table like we had done every night, with smiles on all their faces, as we talked about our day. It brought me comfort seeing them all once again, even if it was only in my dream, because it was the first time that I had seen them in my mind without the way they looked when I last saw them, after the massacre.

As the dream continued, and I sat there at the dinner table with them in silence, listening to their voices gracing me with the pleasure of hearing them again, I couldn’t help but shed a tear, as I knew this was all just a dream. My mother at that moment got up from the table, and I watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, praying that she would come back