“One night, we heard gunshots. People screaming and crying. I was 4 years old, sleeping in my mother’s room, when she tapped me on the shoulder to wake me up. She was terrified. It was the first time I ever saw her cry. At 3am, my mom told us to go pack: ‘Take only the things you need, and stay quiet. Don’t turn on the light.'”
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