My husband was killed before my eyes, never in his life. He was forgiven.

She had a happy life. He was married with love. They had a daughter. Everything was perfect until the day they entered. On that day they would kill her husband and little girl. He would experience sexual violence, but not only that... First person confession: I, mother, sister, sister, sister... Lola we have been very [...]
Everything was perfect until the day they entered. On that day they would kill her husband and little girl. He would experience sexual violence, but not only that...
First person confession: I, mother, sister, sister, sister...
Lola
We were too many kids. And we're from a family of tʹskolums. We're our tsods. Since the war has left us a little behind, we have lost both our knowledge and our school, only the arenas. We've had good conditions since we had our father. We had good conditions, we had good school, we had good parents, we got caught up with them, and because we're good.
When I dated him 18 years, he offered me a man's marriage. And I get to know him, and we're together. We have an elementary school together, and Mrs. Mass husband told his brother, “Lola would like yours. Even if it's the custom they're always dealing with the misss, even though we're tsods, the ms. Now I'm married.
Six months we've got another day, we're already married. And we've had a very nice, very nice life we've had.
We had a big wedding, and we had them close to home. As soon as we get to the wedding, we're wearing a canvas.
Now that I'm three months old, I've been left with the fountains. They were so excited. In time, I was born a girl. What a joy it was that they had never had a child a long time. What a joy, what lunch...
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