i can't believe my mom was exactly my age when she had to go through the genocide. she wasn't in rwanda but still. it was the end of term and she had to study to keep her scholarship while her family was being killed on the other side of the world. she had to go to class while also not being able to contact my dad and see if he was still alive. she had to write exams even after finding out her little brother had been murdered. and she still ended up getting great marks. my family's resilience is actually crazy.













