It was the first day of a new year - but that didn't matter anymore in this time, in this hell. It was the day I found you. A little kid the size of my fist, covered in ashes, who I helped out of the ruins of what could have been your home. It was the day I changed. *** written by lila. a writing project for my english class. we were given a sentence to begin the story with, so the opening might feel forced.