Amira sat huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, her tears flowing freely as she gazed upon the stolen treasures scattered around her. Lester, Elias, Danilo, Tim, and Ronnie had pillaged her family's home, taking everything of value they could find. Among the items laid out before her was a nondescript bag containing what appeared to be a notebook.
As she reached for it, wiping away her tears, she realized it was a diary. With trembling hands, she opened it, her heart aching at the thought of her family and the life she had been torn away from. Yet, as she began to read the entries penned by her beloved mother, her grief only intensified.
The pages were filled with expressions of love and devotion, each word a painful reminder of the happiness she had once known. Tears blurred her
