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There are very few things I can remember from before I entered that never-ending white void. Fragments of memories that seem to be made of misshapen puzzle pieces. Gunshots, the smell of explosives, horrendous screams. Still to this day, 16 years later, I can still hear the cries of sorrow as the sky was painted in a terrible blinding flash of light.

But those aren't the only memories I have. I can remember the faces of people I once knew. A kind woman who would take me to the park. A brave and seemingly unbeatable man who taught me how to beat up all the neighborhood boys when they tried bullying me for being a girl.