Day thirteen..

We arrive back at the shop but our parents are not there. Bibi and i are sick with worry. Then, a vehicle speeds down the road and stops. Mum and Dad get down and we run to go hug them. We tell them what we saw and Bibi sobs. Dad says that we've got to leave as soon as possible. Mum goes into the shop with Bibi while Dad paints and tries to cover the bullet holes in the taxi. He says that he'll be selling the taxi when we get to the other side of the city. That'll be really hard for him as he has had before Bibi and i were born.

The one thing that does not change is my plan.