Saudi Arabia(Holly) The girl cried small tears as she peered from behind her fathers strong shoulder. Her spindly arms wrapped tightly around his sturdy neck. She was not physically sick. She was not crying because she did not get the toy she wanted. Her fathers steps were steady and rythmic,
clomp...clomp...clomp. But the tears flowed forth. She was concentrating on her mother, who was packing bags and making arrangements for the rest of her children to go with their father. But the littles girls heart was broken. She felt as if it was swelling from hurt and would soon burst out of her chest. Although her mother was not leaving her willingly, but forced, and not by her father. They had been apart her entire life. She had never known them together, therefore her tears were not caused by a sudden separation or a divorce. Instead, she was crying because her mother was going to war for an undertermined amount of time. War. People in power making decisions that would affect other's lives. She could not understand it. She did not do anything to hurt anybody else. Except for her smaller sister who constantly stole her dolls, but that was deserved. Nobody declared war over dolls and they were fun to play with. It was not fair. Others decided and her mom was going to war.

Clomp...clomp...clomp...as her father's footsteps took her away.

"Momma!" She shouted and squirmed out of her fathers comforting grasp. She ran to her. Her whimpering and crying became hysterical. She knew what war meant, you go away and never come back. Billy's daddy never came back. Her mother responded by running for her as well. They embraced, both desperately mesmerizing each other's smell. How her body fit with her mother's. Her mother stroked her as she clung to her, then abruptly pushed her away quickly as if afraid if she held on any longer she would not leave at all but go AWOL just to stay with her children. She skipped to the front door, opened and shut...Bang! The road dust swept into the air making curly Q's. When it finally started to settle the car was smaller. She stood there and let her father scoop her up as he walked away again. And she heard him walk as she peered over his shoulder...
clomp...clomp...clomp.

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