My parents had gone on a business trip and only my brother and sister were in the house. The moment they fell asleep I snuck into my fathers study and turned on the computer. The bright screen lit up the room and eventually made my eyes hurt.
I had searched at every chance. So far nothing had come up, little did I know today would be the day I found it. The day I found out who my parents were, how they died, everything. The truth was I was searching too far away. I was looking in Africa. I should have been looking right here. At my family's own church.
The article was on the church website under 'missions' written by the missionaries who had witnessed it all.
The funny thing was I knew them. How could they have never told me?
By Margaret and David Towers,
We staid with a family in Africa the others have asked us not to specify where. The family: parents, two little boys and the mother who was pregnant with another child at the time.
They hid us from the authorities in the region who are actively fighting against Christianity.
The mother went into labor two months into our stay. The midwife could not come, so I, Margaret, with my husband David helped her with the birth.
She gave birth to a healthy baby girl who she then named Nyekundu Takatifu. Nyekundu means scarlet, which she was named after the ribbon in the bible we had given them, and Takatifu means Holy, because of the holiness of the book.
Immediately after this we began to baptize the child on their wish when officials with guns came in and saw us in this Christian rite and began shooting. The father died protecting his baby daughter and the sons died in their mother's arms, along with her. We could not save them. But we saved the child. We have given her into the care of the Spero family, but upon their request have not...
I could no longer read the bright screen. The tears in my eyes fell hot and heavy. Until I screamed. I screamed at God. How could he be this cruel? My parents were helping him and yet he killed them. I screamed and yelled and shouted my anger at God. Until the light of the computer screen was overtaken by the hall light coming through the door. I was then engulfed in a hug. It was my brother.
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