We had to leave our house when it was hit by a bomb and grandma died. Ma was crying and we walked for a long time. I carried Dolly. Then we were squashed into a bus with a lot of people. It was very bumpy. I talked to Dolly. We looked out of the window together. Dolly told me it will be alright. The bus stopped and a man shouted at us to get off. I dropped Dolly in a puddle and a tank rolled over her. I will never see her again. I cried. I will never stop crying.