They were going to Communist rallies.

I should have known.

We always had food.

There were five growing kids and we still had food.

We even had food for the elderly neighbors.

I've heard of those before.

If you write your name and attend, you get one bag of rice.

All three of them were going.

The soldiers must have found a list.

People who went there were traitors.

And traitors got the firing squad.

Benjamin must have seen something in my expression.

He turned and made to head towards town.

I started to follow.

"No. Watch them."

He gestured to the children.

I closed the gate and watched as he ran.

I herded them into our room.

I hope the soldiers didn't come for us, too.

I hope Sumin didn't get caught.

The eldest turned to me. 

She must have been twelve.

Her eyes told me she knew.

She knew what was going to happen.

"Traitors get the firing squad."

She pulled the kids into their room.