My memory became a blur after that.
I was placed in a wooden crate, and when I opened my eyes, I was in a cabin, which I believed was inside a ship.
Then, another battle began.
I could hear explosions around me. I felt hopeful because I thought that my rescuers had arrived.
For a brief moment, I thought I heard Millie's voice. But several minutes later, the fighting ended.
My hope waned as we journeyed far out to the sea.
I knew that with every hour that passed, the lower the chances of me being saved became. There was even a time when I thought that I would never see my family again, but it didn't last because I was aware that I was a valuable hostage and my father would pay a great price for my return.
I felt ashamed of myself when the image of my proud, honorable, and loving father bowing his head to terrorists for my sake, filled my mind.
I hated it.
I HATED IT!
Then suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the entire ship.