September 7, 1994
I have lost feeling. I can't eat, I can't sleep. Even the news of murders being brought to justice doesn't satisfy me. They took my baby and now I will never see her again. Daniel tries to keep up my sprits as we backpack our way to stay with his old aunt. We have been sleeping in the woods and been eating the food that was meant for my mother who is probably also dead with my two brothers. Now all I have left in the world is Daniel and I think that is why I hold him extra close at night. This year has brought nothing but heartache and ruin for me. I have little health and feel like I am on my last stretch of life. I am afraid that I won't make it to our destination. I feel like I could die of a broken heart any minuet. But I will try to push on. I feel like if I don't at least try to fight death then all this suffering would be for nothing, and Didi wouldn't want that.
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Rwanda
Historical FictionI was given 10 REAL articles covering the Rwanda crisis in 1994. I was then told to write a short journal entry for each articles pretending that I was actually someone in Rwanda during that time. I had to write about the issue that the article talk...
