There’s been too much tragedy for everyone. Some people lost their arms and legs. Other people were raped and given HIV. What makes my story worth telling? Who am I? Why should I ask for sympathy? The Slopes Are Calling And I Must Go Poster. And who would I even ask? So I never asked anyone. I’ve never asked anyone for a thing. I don’t want anyone to take care of me. I don’t want people to celebrate my birthday. Or cook for me. Or tell me sweet words. I’m fine with giving love. But I can’t accept it. Because I don’t want anything that can ever be taken away. I woke up to find that I’d been discovered by a soldier. He dragged me to my feet and led me down the street to this alleyway. He pointed his gun at me, and told me to say goodbye to my life.
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At that point I felt ready to die. But that’s when Mary came running out of her house. She fell at the soldier’s feet and began pleading with him. ‘Leave this girl for me,’ she said. The Slopes Are Calling And I Must Go Poster. ‘You’ve killed her entire family. Just leave this one for me. God sent her to me.’ She offered the soldier all of her money. She told him: ‘When the war is over, you can come back and take this girl for a wife.’ And that’s what finally convinced him. He handed me over. Mary took me inside and cooked me food. She gave me a change of clothes. She tried to wash my hair, but it was too thick, so she cut it all off. Then she hid me in the bushes behind her house.