“The baby was remarkably well-behaved. She stayed on her back, content with the spinning animals that made infinite revolutions above her head. She waved her baby hands and laughed silently, happily ignoring the two most important people in her life and unintentionally already picking up on her parents’ bad habits.
The village was attacked in the darkest hour before dawn. It happened quickly—the shadows merged together with the night, silent and unimposing. The little girl knew not to move; she stayed, hidden, as they took her mother and brothers away. She would remember their screams all of her life.