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SAVING MY ASSASSIN<br />
He stifled a sob. “<strong>The</strong>n came another explosion, and I found<br />
myself flying in the air. I landed hard on my back. Oh! It<br />
hurt so badly. Nevertheless, I felt free and alive. I could see<br />
and feel again. I looked around, but no one else was there<br />
with me.” He buried his face in his hands, and his shoulders<br />
began to shake with the memory <strong>of</strong> watching his friends die.<br />
That night I saw something sensitive and special in his<br />
soul. He had always been the calmer <strong>of</strong> the two. Perhaps his<br />
time on the battlefield had taught him to cope with stress and<br />
disappointment better than most.<br />
Elena, on the other hand, was very moody and quick to<br />
anger, and she easily found fault with others. According to<br />
her, something was wrong all the time. During every New<br />
Year’s party, while everybody else was happily celebrating, she<br />
cried for the lost year. Sometimes it seemed as though she<br />
cried constantly. <strong>The</strong> only time I did not see her crying was<br />
during the birthday parties she planned for Alina, Oana, and<br />
George. She would cook special meals, decorate the house,<br />
buy gifts, and invite all the children from the neighborhood<br />
to celebrate—for Alina, Oana, and George. Not once in<br />
eighteen years did she ever have a party or bake a cake for<br />
my birthday. She said that by January second, everybody was<br />
too tired from the holidays to celebrate anything else—least<br />
<strong>of</strong> all me. I always felt guilty for being born on that day. Most<br />
days, I felt guilty for being born at all.<br />
One afternoon as I was washing the dishes, Elena called<br />
out, “Everyone come to the dining room.” Alina, Oana, and<br />
George all came running from their rooms. I kept working.<br />
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