The story of a refugee

>be me
>be refugee from non-descript east-european country
>Right-wing death squads roam the countryside, taking out anyone that has any Turkish blood or is otherwise "unclean"
>West will not take my family in because they are "full"
>Мама visits every embassy in the nearby city that is still left standing in the hopes that one of their representative countries would eventually take us in
>Most of them have evacuated long ago but she holds out hope and goes out everyday despite the looming dangers
>One day she comes home, she has a wide smile on her face
>Apparently some country across the ocean has accepted our request for asylum
>Me, Елена and Тата are overjoyed at this
>As we are packing there is a loud knock on the door
>Татa goes to open the door
>A muffled gunshot
>A spray of blood
>Тата falls back with a hole in his forehead
>Everyone screams
>There's shouting outside in a language that sounds familiar but I can't remember
>Windowglass gets smashed to pieces as something flies in through it
>Its a grenade
>Елена freezes in place immediately alongside me as we watch the metal sphere collide with the floor
>"Анон, Елена, get back!"
>I grab Елена and throw the both of us to the floor
>Мама rushes towards the armed explosive, somehow managing to pick it off the floor and throw it out the window
>It explodes outside with a deafening boom, sending glass flying everywhere
>My ears are ringing and my vision is hazy
>My sister helps me off the floor, we're both shaking like leaves
>Look back towards the kitchen
>Fight back tears as I see Мама
>She has been torn to shreds by the explosion and has glass shards covering her body everywhere
>Rush over to her and try to shake her awake
>She can barely move and most of her right arm has been blown off
>She's coughing up a lot of blood as I try to help her into a sitting position
>"Анон please, stop."
>Say that I won't let her die
>"Анон, listen to me."
>Try to say its not true but realize that there's no way to help her at this point
>"You and your sister must get to the harbor, a boat is waiting for you there."
>She coughs up more blood, her face really pale now
>"My time on this earth is almost over, god is calling me back to heaven."
>She smiles as blood drips from the side of her mouth
>"You two are the greatest gifts that a mother like me could hope for."
>Hug her for what I know for sure will be the last time
>"Goodbye my children, may you find peace wherever you end up."
>Мама goes stiff in my arms as she exhales her last breath
>There are also moans of pain outside from the men who attacked us
>They were apparently also caught in the blast but some were now getting back up
>Urgently tell Елена we have to go
>She just seems frozen in place with tears running down her cheeks as she stares at Мама
>Grab her arm and forcefully yank her with me as we run out to the back door
>Only manage to grab a small bag of food and clothes that I had lying on the floor on the way
>We run and run until night arives
>Lie down on grass underneath the stars
>See the fires burning in the distance before falling asleep
>Avoid enemy army patrols and eventually arrive to harbor next day
>Have my certificate on my neck that says where I'm going
>Get on refugee boat as instructed
>Eventually arrive to new land after weeks of travelling
>Both me and my sister are completely sea sick by the time we reach land
>Spend the first week on land cooped up inside a building and being interviewed about what happened
>Memories of what happened to Мама and Татa still feel too fresh so I stay silent for most of it

To be continued?