Grozdan's POV
The memory started like any other day, my mother got me out of bed, cleaned me, we had breakfast while singing and dancing to songs I don't believe anyone but us knew, the words didn't even sound like words and yet I still knew them by heart, our happy song was what she called them.
It was after breakfast, my mother was letting me help put away the dishes, smiling and praising me for a job well done when her smile fell immediately, her eyes looked scared, like she was stuck in a staring match with the Grim reaper.
"Come with me!" She grabbed my hands roughly and dragged me into my room, she shoved me inside and pulled the door shut, she takes my face in her hands and plants worried kisses all over my face "No matter what, Don't come out, do you hear me?" She pleaded, the sincerity in her voice scared me.
"Do you hear me?" She repeated and I nodded, she placed a final kiss on my forehead and pulled the door shut.
