I was mowing the lawn and finishing the rest of my Saturday chores. I remember being deep in thought as the mower spit out the unwanted mush of grass. We've been hearing about it on the news for months. They told us not to panic and that they had everything under control. They had a plan. I had been told about what was going to happen and how my family could prepare for it, but I felt like 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 to talk to my parents about it, but they just told me that it shouldn't bother me, that everything was fine. I could always tell when they were trying to hide things from me. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach as the wind picked up. I stopped pushing the mower and leaned over to turn it off. The whistling of the wind, the faint sound of 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 two months, but now there wasn't a single uniform around. The air around me suddenly felt thick and I became very aware of my breathing. A chill ran down my spine from an unexpected cool breeze, and the area around me slowly darkened. My heart sank as I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. I saw the ships 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 a metallic material, little lights flashed all around as they floated in the middle of the paper......I recognized the sorrow in the moans and groans. towards me, as if to ask me what was wrong. Tears streamed down my face and I managed to whisper, “Sorry.” » She looked at me, confused. She then turned to the little one, nudging him. She pleaded in her tongue and shook her head. It took a while, but then I think she understood. He was dead. I watched her cry and took the little one in her arms. She rocked him and began to make a humming sound. I sat there watching. I thought about Mom and Dad and wondered where they were. I wondered if Mom was crying for me, and I wished she was there with me, cradling me like the alien was with her little one, her child. I thought about how we were supposed to be ready for this, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I buried my face in my knees. I choked out more excuses.