Today was very...exciting. I played football with the guys and I tried to score a goal but as usual, I missed. Hopeless. That did not matter at the time, because something horrible happened. Bibi was there. Out of the house. In the field. Wanting to play football. Everyone was staring at me. I do not blame them, though. It was my sister that was placing all our lives in danger. Even though she did, I can't help feeling proud of her for being able to score a goal.
When everyone left, except Yusuf, Bibi went to retrieve the ball, which had disappeared over the other side of the rocket crater. I sprint after her. She must have forgotten why we did not go there. However, we managed to escape rather unscathed. With the ball.
However, the 'excitement' did not end there...
