A true story, written by Anjali Karki "My first memories are made of mountains, a deep blue river below the cliff, songs sung to the sky and the moon, and a house made out of mud and stone.
I do remember her lying still. Death came frequently in my village. First, it was my mother, then my father. I remember thousands of people running. The loud blasts and screams of civil war. My brother's last words, run, run, run. Then it was just me.
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