On February 24, the day I will never forget, I woke up to find an explosion outside the window. I was very scared. Standing there, trapped in it as if time had stopped, it was hard to believe.
Then I rushed to my mother's room and started shouting at her, "Mom, look! Big Red Fireball!" It was a missile attack, and the war began while we slept!
I held my sister in my arms, she was only two years old, and she was crying in horror at the sound of deafening gunshots and explosions, clutching my clothes with her tender little hands. I couldn't help but choke, my heart clutching tightly in my chest. I love her very, very much! I can only pray to God...
I ran around with her, even forgetting that my leg was injured, and she cried and cried, cried and cried... I still don't understand why there is a war?!
Now I'm used to it, but on the first day I couldn't believe it. I don't believe it...... O people in a land of peace! Please cherish peace and do not speak of war lightly!