Today was a pretty hard day. A 16 year old girl died at the orphanage. I went to the funeral and bariel. I just couldn’t help but think what a grim life she led. She was born right around the time of the genocide, possibly became an orphan because of it. Then she spent the rest of her short life in the orphanage. No parents to love, and guide her. She then died never knowing what a loving family felt like. Being Christian makes death easier for me to handle because I believe this girl is no longer suffering and has been reunited with her parents who have told her they love her and would have done anything to be there to watch her grow from a baby to a little girl to a beautiful young lady.
May angels lead you in.
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