I don't exactly know when we started running, all I remember was my mom getting a phone call and gathering all our things in a bag. I can remember her telling me, “Cameron, sweetie, we’re just going on a trip for a while and soon everything will be fine you'll see. Mama’s gonna make everything better.” Even then I think I could tell she was lying. Somehow I knew, even at 4 years old, that this was the last time I’d ever see my home.
I still remember the first night in the subway tunnels, the