By: A Genocide survivor
It was five o’clock in the afternoon when my phone rang, breaking the silence. On the screen, my mother’s name appeared, crying loudly, her voice trembling. “They bombed the building… they were all…
By: A Genocide survivor
It was five o’clock in the afternoon when my phone rang, breaking the silence. On the screen, my mother’s name appeared, crying loudly, her voice trembling. “They bombed the building… they were all…