As a child, I only heard of war through books or my parents’ stories. I never imagined that war would breathe down my neck for most of my life, or that one day it would engulf me and my world in its greedy, destructive fire.
And yet, despite the horror and inevitable grief it brings, I’ve noticed something deeply human — people around me are planning their lives and the lives of their children in Ukraine, even in these dark times. Especially mothers who have the legal right to leave the country and move farther away from Russia.
I wonder: why this choice? Will these children grow up to witness war themselves? Will they have to fight in another war with Russia? Will Ukraine still be independent? Will we forget the horrors we've lived through? Will war, once again, become just stories in books?
All these and many other questions lie at the heart of my vague storyline on the topic.
