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I live in a small home, we have a white picket fence and a big oak tree papa painted our house blue and mama has a vegetable garden on the left side of our house. I sit on my swing under the oak tree, its never really bright with the smog everywhere, Papa said that it all became like this after a bomb hit, he said that i should never go outside of our "happy zone" the happy zone is what our house is in, its big and looks like an upside down fish bowl, papa calls it a dome and it keeps all of the bad stuff out. I once saw a man banging on the outside of it, his clothes were torn and his hair was messy he was so thin I could see every bone in his body, papa said that I should leave him be. I once asked mama why our fence was white and our house was blue, she said it reminded her of the sky. I was confused because the sky is always dark or brownish, she chuckled and told me that before the bomb the sky was blue and it was so beautiful and that the sunlight would heat up her face as she would tend her garden. I don't get it tho, I push back and fourth on my swing it gets lonely sometimes with just me and papa and mama, sure I have Aron my little brother, but he can barely walk. I look at the exit of our "happy zone" a steel door that is shut tight. Papa goes outside from time to time exploring and he sometimes brings things back for me. I turn around, mama is calling me inside. Its just another day in my home.