Chernobyl

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My brother was almost never born. It seemed like a moment in time, but it was really only three days. Yet these three days would change my life forever. I feel it was just yesterday my family lived in Kiev, a quiet little town where nothing ever happened, and where all the chernobyl workers lived like my family. But one day that all changed when the accident happened. It was a meltdown in Reactor four at the nuclear power plant. My father (Nana) was working at Reactor one at the time, on the east side repairing the walls, so when the explosion happened it didn't really phase him. He assumed it was a new test the scientist were doing to create a different type of energy for our city, which they did often.
The city looked beautiful, with blooming flowers and budding chestnuts lining the streets and ushering in the Ukrainian spring. Yet foreboding clouds were nowhere to be found. When the explosion happened you could not see or smell the radiation filling the air just the little sparks of light floating. As if the children were running around with giant sparklers. This was unknown to many of the townspeople even my mother. A kind neighbor knew and told my mother that perhaps it might be a good idea to go inside because she heard about a fire at a nuclear plant. In the aftermath of the explosions, my mother (Matb) was outside with me and younger sister, Lena. That information from my father and the neighbors was the extent of my family's knowledge of the Chernobyl accident. For the next several hours, the Soviet government continued business as usual. As if nothing ever happened and that everything was fine, but that was just a big lie.
Government officials merrily went on to celebrate May Day, or "The Day of Spring and Labour" jus...

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...has the same beating heart.”
Tears flooded my face as I let her hand go. I love my mother dearly, but without father I had to be the head of the house. The one to take charge in times like these. She was in not in a good place of mind to be rational. Why had father forsaken us like this, why couldn't we just go home and be with him. The thoughts swirled around my head but the next thing I knew was mother laying on the ground in pain. Her face crinkled and puffy as she clenched her stomach in the delicate hands.
“Anya the baby its coming!”
Her voice was shrill, yet filled with so much fear. Her eyes were darting like trains speeding up and down the railroad. What would father do?
“Matb Ill call for help.” The words escaped my lips as I went flying out the door, down the damp concrete stairs, and into the bustling street to find someone, anyone to help me.

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