Green Plastic Chair

I can remember when I was setting in the classroom. I can only remember myself writing my prayers on my book, but none of what was going on around me. I prayed not to have to return to my neighbourhood. The day before, the last screams of my neighbours could be heard there. I was very scared.
When I got out of school, my mother and brother were waiting for me, not my father as expected. They took me to my aunt and after a few days my parents rented an apartment in the same neighbourhood. The new apartment was empty except of this green chair. I was relieved, didn’t know anything about what was to come and therefore had dreams that were not born out of optimism.