The Blood That Seperates Us

The Blood That Seperates Us

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I' m Callie Amado Gasoro, I was born 3 years after the genocide against Tutsi in Los Angeles, Crenshaw. my father was in a camp in Uganda when he met a nurse there who was there as a volunteer for the UNICEF, they fell in love and somehow she found a way to take him back with her to the United States. On my father's side, the 1994 Genocide left only my father and his brother Damien, he never told me about my grandparents or his other siblings. When my parents died, I came to Rwanda and met my cousins who were fun and sweet to be around, I learned a lot about my family's history, my culture and fell in love but he was from the wrong side and Romeo and Juliette had nothing on us. With love I finally got to know the History of my paternal family and hate that cursed through their veins.I don;t know who to choose? If i choose the boy I love I will loose my family and if I choose my family i have to the boy i love ?
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I knew who my mate was the day I turned 16. It was my brothers best friend. Can you believe it? And I only had a second of happiness in knowing before he outright rejected me. It was horrible. But being raped and locked up only to have it repeat the next day was unbearable. That was what I had to go through just a few years ago, and after a couple of weeks, I turned up pregnant. I was innocent before all of that. And I had thought that was the end of my life. My parents wanted to get rid of 'it' the 'abomination' but she was mine, in all the best and worst ways. I kept her, my parents learned to accept her while I was still pregnant, my mom even cried when we first heard her heart beat. When I turned 18, I thought my life was getting better, but I was wrong. But maybe, just maybe it will get better for me and my daughter. Complete book on DREAME, Stary Writing, and FicFun.

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