I have gone through many things. Pain. Suffering. Horrors that not many can say they have never seen before. But yet again, Damienne Krul proves me wrong and in the last few hours, I feel an entirely different kind of pain altogether.
But it wasn’t even her fault.
It’s mine.
I thought I had everything figured out. I thought I knew what I wanted and what I was willing to risk. I thought that I knew what was right.
But I’m so wrong.
A long time ago, in those cages, while the world around me seemed to crumble, survival wasn’t even something I wanted, but for my mother, I did my best. I did everything in those cruel and painful moments for her. Because I was all she had left.
We were forced to survive in the worst possible way. And all I could think about in those moments was anger an
