My Treasure

A war has broken out, bombs are exploding houses. I sob as I watch my house fall into bits and pieces. With fear I start thinking about my most valuable possession, “my necklace!” I scream. I search for it, then once I find it, I snatch it into my hand. I feel the presence of my papa right by my side. It’s warm and calm. I know my papa it talking, guiding me to safety and comfort as I find my family, he’s always here with me.

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