Day seven..

I'M FURIOUS!! Dad was in the other room packing the prayer mats into a bag. We cannot just abandon our home. Bibi is both frustrated and depressed. Mom brings out the candlestick that has been in her family for hundreds of years. Her ancestors used to burn a candle before they went into battle. She tells us that that would keep us safe. She also tells me tells me pack everything in my room. My arms were too heavy to lift anything. Instead i just stare at everything. After awhile, i hear Dad go down to the cellar. He strokes his precious oven. Mom, on the other hand, buries all her school items. A picture which i had painted was on the floor. It depicted me scoring a goal at the World Cup. Suddenly, i felt determined to find a way for us to stay.