My mum was murdered by the military. I can still hear the shot, the cry of pain my mum made when she was dragged away by death themselves, the military. At least she left the miserable horrors of her life. I wake up every morning with fear pumping through my veins. Every morning me and my dad wake up, not able to enjoy life. Every morning we wake up wanting to die. We wait for a chance to escape this life. But i know it will never happen, that our leader that we relied on has denied us. We are scared and alone. My family is dying of disease. We are trying to escape this poverty. I know we will never. But I still have a glimmer of hope and faith, though it is slowly dying.
please help us.