Carly’s POV.
My fingers trembled as I tried to fold my clothes neatly, carefully placing them into the suitcase before me. The sound of my mother's impatient voice cut through the tense air, piercing my already frayed nerves.
"Carly, hurry up!" she yelled, her tone betraying the fear and urgency of the situation.
"Mummy, I'm coming," I replied, my voice bordering on exasperation as I rushed to gather the last of my belongings.
I couldn't shake the resentment that was brewing inside me. They said war was dangerous. I never understood until now. I hated it now families and friends are Been separated.
My father was no soldier. The thought of him being forced to fight in a war that was not of his making sent a chill down my spine. He was a gentle man, a provider for our family, and the th
