Ava
The smell of death surrounded me as the rubble continued to be dug through.
Devastation was everywhere you looked.
Buildings that once stood tall were now nothing but piles of concrete. Cars were crushed. Families stood around waiting for any word about their loved ones.
Some got good news.
Others didn't.
A little girl had been brought my way earlier.
She survived by sucking the blood from her mother's wounds to keep herself going until help could find her.
The little girl couldn't have been more than six.
She kept asking when her mom was going to wake up.
It broke my heart knowing we had to tell her that her mom would never wake up again.
“Can I see her?” the little girl questioned me.
I looked toward Tootsie.
Neither one of us wanted to answer that.
“Not right now, swee
