Even if the years go by and you get hurt a lot...

Never forget where you come from.

August 11th of some year.

"Promise me that no matter how much noise you hear, you won't come out of hiding," he asked desperately, taking my hand.

"What's going on? Sasha, you're scaring me," my voice sounded agitated.

I didn't get any answer, we just kept running for I don't know how long and stopped at a door. Sasha looked at me with pleading eyes for me to answer and with a squeeze on her hand, I gave her to understand that I would. He held tightly to it as he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket. He opened the door after a few minutes and ushered me quickly into the dark place. He motioned for me to be quiet and go hide. He handed me the pocket knife that Grandpa had given him as a birthday present and leaving me alone, he closed the door very carefully so as not to make any noise.

"Where do I hide if everything is too dark and I can't see anything?", nervously I thought.

Not even ten minutes ha