Demegly Osier
Why was I running? I saw my mother’s face turn to panic rather than worry. With tears in her eyes, she carried my little sister and she held my hands so tight as if she would lose me at any moment. We were in Haiti visiting, and as my mother held my hands while running, I saw how the blue sunny sky turned into a gray, cloudy, cold sky.
My young eyes witness pain, fear, hatefulness and greediness. In the midst of all this I heard gunshots. I can still hear the sound of the gunshots echo in my ears even though it was hours ago. I remember arriving at this destination. My mother walked inside this big house and there was hardly anyone there. When I was inside I walked by the window. I witnessed something I haven’t seen in my life. It seemed as if the birds were warning me of something much worse.