Daniel was the only sculptor left after the army invaded. Hundreds of people had fled, but thousands still remained, determined to fight for their freedom.
Daniel taught his daughter how to sculpt and little Gracie said she wanted to make a pretty sculpture for the park, as all the fighting had left it looking very dirty.
“Daniel, I can’t find Gracie!” An anxious Laura came running down the stairs.
Both parents ran outside. Gracie had spoken about finding the best place for her sculpture, but Daniel had firmly said that she couldn’t go out.
As they raced to the park, loud shots rang out. Someone had waved the flag of their neighbouring country who supported their freedom struggle and the incensed soldiers had fired angrily.
They found her bullet riddled body just steps away from the park.
After the funeral, Daniel finished his daughter’s sculpture.
It was placed defiantly in the spot where they’d found her.
A week later, the army barracks were attacked by two resistance fighters. They managed to kill seventeen occupation soldiers before they were killed.
The blame was promptly put on their neighbouring country and they were labeled cross- border terrorists, with their bodies burnt beyond recognition.