When i was young my family left the congo there was little happy moments because i was born during the war.
it was better than sleeping beneath bushes and having the miltia terrorize us.
we lived in a cheap one room house and have to fit many people in to that house when i was there i would be constantly discriminated and harassed by the other kids for being a refugee. they said we didn't belong but we had no where else to go.
one evening 10 armed men circled around our house and had killed m mother. but after a few weeks we learned that out father is still alive a miracle.
i dropped out of school so that i could take care of my father it took him months to recover. my mom was gone but not her love.
when my dad and i were finally stong enough i went back to school and worked to become smart and the kids eventually stopped bullying.
when they told me il give you a chance and handed my hs diploma i held back tears . I was going to be the first person in my family to graduate it was my mothers dream too.