I wake up next to Esme who is still sleeping beside me. I lift up my gown to see the hole is two times smaller than it was yesterday. I get up and try not to wake Esme who is still fast asleep. I wake her up and we both eat breakfast. The bomb alarms start blaring again. Esme rushes to the washroom while I get food,water,and our first aid kit. I make sure the door is locked and rush into the washroom where Esme is crying. "It's ok" I say softly but she doesn't stop crying. I keep talking to her and saying it will be ok but nothing helps. I put her rubber ducky in the tub for her to play with. She takes it but she doesn't stop crying. Soon I hear gunshots outside along with screaming. Of course this isn't even close to two weeks ago when the soldiers shot through our windows. Why the heck is anybody fighting in the first place?! Do they even care for children!? Probably not! More gunshots are heard and so are the roaring of the planes. More bombs crash into the ground. This has been the worst attack yet. I run outside and look up. "Go back to hell!" I yell at them. They seem to have heard me because they all retreat and no more bombs are dropped. Thank God. I think to myself as I run back inside. Esme is still crying even though the bombing has stopped. "Esme, its over"
I say "Are you sure?" She sniffles. "Yes, i'm sure." I answer. She gets out and pulls on her nighting gown. She goes and lays on the couch and falls into a deep sleep. I sit next to her and say "it will be ok, it will be ok"