Small hands are shaking, with fear. Big eyes looking at you, in a small face aligned with long brown hair. Questioning something is still so hard to compherend entirely; death. Lost is a new word, dead, burial, grave New vocabulary list smells like blood and terror. The nights are darker without a smiling face saying "Good night" The nightmares are not an excuse to call someone will come and hug you, give comfort. The war seems like a big word, that adults would use. Money seems like something to buy more than candies. The history of the white man is the embodiment of the cruelty and greed.