The militias would usually grow tired of killing people by 3 PM, and they would rest for the day. That’s when I’d take people out of the ceiling to stretch their legs. I Can Only Imagine Cardinal Quilt. I’d circle the property. I’d walk to a nearby pit where they threw dead bodies. I’d listen closely to see if anyone was still alive, and I’d bring any survivors inside the orphanage. During this time I lost all my emotions and feelings. I became numb. It seemed like any moment the militias would kill us, or a bomb would accidentally hit the orphanage. And honestly I was ready for death. It seemed like it would be the best thing for me. My wife was also feeling hopeless. We saw each other for just a few minutes every night. She was busy trying to keep the babies alive.
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She’d lost so much weight. Her breast milk was gone. And the children were barely alive. They’d lost all of their muscle. They were just skin and bones. I Can Only Imagine Cardinal Quilt. And we were almost out of food so I could no longer bribe the killers. One day two men came in a truck asking for one of my employees by name. They pretended that they had a child with them that needed medical treatment. When she walked out to see the child, they pushed her into the truck and drove away. Thankfully I was able to pull a baby out of her arms. They killed her just a few meters from here, but it was too dangerous to recover her body until after the genocide.