Where to Begin?

The dreams had come and gone since I was a child. It wasn't very clear and as soon as I awoke, the memories would fade. I would always dream of my mother but for some reason I cannot remember her face. You see, she was taken from me when I was a small child. We were in the marketplace looking to buy some food for the family. We had lived with my aunt and my little brother. On that fateful day, it was just my mother and I at the marketplace and my aunt and brother stayed home . We had walked into the place just barely a few minutes when an earthquake struck. People screaming and tables and tent were toppling over and chaos had ensued. During the panic, I was separated from my mother and I was thrown to the ground. I could not hear my mother and people were running everywhere. I started crying and calling out to her. As the ground shook, large jagged rock pierced the surface and fissures of smoke and fire rose, small dark bodies began emerging from the holes that appeared. I was pulled away from the closest opening by a grim looking man. He quickly helped me to my feet and we ran away from the epicenter. My memory is a bit foggy from the event but I will try to dredge up more of this sad time. Suffice to say, I did not see my mother ever again. Nor my aunt and brother after I had gone back to our home.