I was mowing the lawn and finishing the rest of my Saturday chores. I remember thinking deeply about the whole thing as the mower spat out the unwanted grass muck. We've been hearing about it on the news for months now. They told us not to panic and that they had everything under control. They had a plan. I had been told what would happen and how my family could prepare, but I felt something was missing. I felt like they were only telling us what they thought we should know, like they were hiding things. I don't like it when people hide things from me, even if it's for my own good. I tried asking my parents, but they just told me I shouldn't worry, that everything was fine. I could always tell when they were trying to hide things from me. I felt a strange sensation in my belly as the wind picked up. I stopped pushing the mower and reached down to turn it off. The whistle of the wind, the faint sound of the chimes, and the beating of my heart were the only things I heard. There was no one else around, which was strange. There had been soldiers roaming the streets for the past two months, but now there wasn't a single uniform around. The air around me suddenly felt solid and I became very aware of my breathing. A shiver ran down my spine from an unexpected cool breeze, and the area around me slowly clouded over. My heart stopped when I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. I saw the ships slowly getting closer and closer. I thought maybe I was hallucinating or having a bad dream since the ships fit the description of a classic UFO story. They were round and seemed to be made of metallic material, small lights flashing all around as they floated in... middle of paper... d I recognized the pain in the moans and groans. She looked up at me, as if asking what was wrong. Tears were streaming down my face and I managed to whisper, “I'm sorry.” She stared at me, confused. Then he turned to the small one, nudging him. She begged in her own language and shook her head. It took a while, but then I think he understood. He was dead. I watched her cry and take the little one into her arms. He cradled it and it began to make a humming sound. I sat and watched. I thought about Mom and Dad, wondering where they were. I wondered if Mommy was crying for me, and I wished she was there with me, cradling me like the alien did with her little one, her son. I thought about how we should have been ready for this, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I hid my face between my knees. I choked out another excuse.