I am still haunted by that night.
Whenever I close my eyes, I see my home burning in bright crimson flame.
I wake up late at night to my sister’s pained shrieks.
The sweetest aromas only smell of burning flesh and carnage now.
With each break I take, I taste the choking, black smog that surrounded me.
The shining sun just reminds me that I must hide my grey, scarred body under layers of well-...