BANG! He dropped down. He never got up. I never saw him again. I remember a faint whisper, “Dada?”. And that was it.

I, Aurora Mai-Vale, will tell you everything. It all started when I was born in North Vietnam, 1951 on the 31st of October. My mum was calmly rocking on her armchair with me on her lap when my dad came out and asked my mum if she wanted to go out to the park. Every weekend, my dad would take us to fun places.

Years passed as I grew to 3 years old. As you can see, we were living a very peaceful life until this day, he didn’t come to us.

“Honey,” my dad called from the kitchen. He sounded very nervous. “Come here…” He said. My mum slowly walked into the house.

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The tv was on and my mum’s eyes widened in horror and screamed and ran around in a frenzy. I waddled into the house too and I, as well, was frightened with horror. The South Vietnamese torpedo boats supposedly attacked the U.S.S. (United States ships) Maddox and U.S.S. Turner Joy in the Gulf of Tonkin. President Johnson ordered the retaliatory bombing of military targets in North Vietnam. I heard the word bombing. I heard that word somewhere before. And it was bad. So I thought it meant something bad.

We were all devastated.

By this time, it had already been a new year and we were in my birthday month, October. It was the 30th of October meaning my birthday was tomorrow. No one was bothered to look at the news because we were all preparing for my birthday.

My birthday passed relaxingly and all my friends had left from my birthday party. I forgot about the thought bombings. Instead, I thought life couldn’t be any better. But I was wrong, oh boy, I was terribly wrong. I couldn’t sense the danger up ahead.