Chapter 12 - Fifteen Years After the Massacre, I Returned to the Exact Place My Family Had Been Murdered With the Woman Who Saved Me and the Child Who Completed Our FamilyThe old estate was abandoned.

We restored it.
Not as a headquarters.
As a memorial.
The garden was replanted.
The burned house became a museum.
The names of the dead were carved into stone.
My father stood beside me.
Marina held Bella's hand.
I looked at the wall.
Twenty-three names.
My mother.
My brother.
My aunt.
Friends.
Children.
People who never got a chance.
I placed flowers.
Marina placed hers.
Bella asked:
“Who are they?”
“Family.”
She nodded.
“I'll remember them.”
May you like
I smiled.
That was all we could ask.
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