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Where I come from, soldiers came to my village. I saw them coming and I ran into the forest. I hid beneath the leaves. I was so still. I could hear everything. I could hear the sound of fire and men shouting. I could hear my little brother. I could hear him crying and my mother saying don’t cry, don’t cry. I could hear the machetes. I could hear their screams. And then it was quiet. It was so quiet. All I could hear was the sound of my heart beating. Will you remember me? When you’re old and you look back, will you remember me? Will you remember a friend who died long ago?

Adams, Elissa and Brosius, Peter, eds. Fierce and True: Plays for Teen Audiences. University of Minnesota Press, Minneapolis, MN. 2010. p. 45.