Today I came back from the war. At last, the long long war is over. Although the war is over, I feel ashamed to be alive. I should have also died there. I can now live, work and even build my own family, and they cannot. why did I survive while all of my friends and colleagues died? why am I the only survivor?
I will never forget the things that happened there. I will never forget how we first met and how we bonded. I will never forget the harsh times we experienced together or how they died. I will forever hold dear the moments I spent with them.
I sincerely hope that things got better during the war, and that people changed. I hope that maybe now people learned that there are things more important than money.
Even though I feel bad to be alive, I have to make use of this time. I cannot just waste my time doing nothing.
I can’t wait to catch up with everyone, see how things have changed (hopefully for the better), and eat mother’s delicious food.