As I walk with my dad, I look back and see houses destroyed by bombs. I hear glass shattering and people shouting out for help. A bleeding mother holding her baby. Black smoke surrounding the sky like clouds. As the war began I was scared. I see tanks damaging vehicles,fire burning from houses and gunshots. I also see helicopters blasting rocket launchers from the sky.
MY TREASURE
KABOOM!!!!! A bomb has aimed for my house I quickly run and take my mothers cross to protect me. My mother gave this cross years before she died. It is a very special cross. When she gave me that cross she told me that she is always there to protect me.
I quickly get out of the house with my dad and run to my aunt’s house. As I run, my dad takes his old shovel with him. I am very confused. My aunt’s house is miles away, instead my dad goes in a different direction. I am still confused about where he is going and why he took his old shovel. I follow him. He stops at an old house. He goes up to an old lonely tree where there is a X. He takes his old shovel and digs up an old treasure. This old house was my mother’s house…