‘Arman!’ shouts Leyla, my mother. ‘Breakfast time!’
I’m seventeen and I live with my mother in a small town. My father is dead. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, and we’re not rich.
After breakfast I walk to school.
I see soldiers in front of a café.
There’s fighting in the mountains near our town. Sometimes the soldiers come into town. They’re looking for food and drink. And for young men to be soldiers with them.