The other way around

prologue



I looked around as the sky began to spin, my sister looked me in the eye not really sure of our well-being. We waited as the screams of the daily raids stopped. The screams dimmed as the footsteps grew louder. We held our breathe waiting for someone to burst open the door and kill us on the spot but no sudden bang or force came. We came to the realization that the Canadians were here and the Americans were long gone. I quietly hoped my suspicions were correct. As the door opened I held my sister tightly waiting for an impact or a helping hand.