My heart skipped beats as the footsteps came closer to our room. Suddenly, with all the energy my dad had, he pushed us through the wide open window that lead in to the night.

That was the last I saw of my dad.

The fall from the window was far. After we landed on the cold dusty ground, I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave my sick hopeless father. But my mother pried me by the arm, into the dark forest, with tears in her bright blue eyes.
I had never seen my mother so sad. I had no idea what was coming.