Today I found out the truth. I always thought my dad, Joseph,
was a hero because he was the one that saved me, he was the one that took me
home and looked after me. He was my hero…
But then my brother Simon turned up. I didn't even know I had
a brother, I thought I was the only one out of my family who survived the
genocide, but I was wrong. My older brother Simon survived as well and he
recently appeared in my house.
He made me realise my dad is not a hero; he is a man who
takes horrible, upsetting tragedies and makes them into art. He makes money out
of other people suffering.
Simon told me the truth. He told me that Joseph left me
standing by my mother, my dead mother, just so he could get a good photograph.
Joseph lied, he told me he couldn't rescue Simon because he couldn't carry us
both but that wasn't true. He left my own brother alone in Rwanda because he
was old enough to understand. He knew that Joseph was making this tragedy art.
Joseph left Simon behind because he didn't want me to know
what he had done. He knew I was too young to remember, so my brother watched Joseph
take me away, he only took me for his art and that makes me feel sick.
It’s like this photograph, the photographer made the medics
and no one go near the girl just so he could get the perfect picture. I was
just another girl suffering in the perfect place for a good photo. I never want
to see him again.
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