CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Hmmm,” He exhaled and began to tell his story.

I and Catherina were still very young when we lost our parents. Just like you, we lived in a small house with a lot of good memories, and one night while I and sister were sleeping, my dad rushed to our room took us from the bed, and hid us somewhere in the house. His last words, “Whatever happens, don’t make a sound and don’t come out, and then I heard him and my mum argue. As soon as the men stepped in, they shot my mum and within a twinkle of an eye my dad was down as well and it happened on this spot, this was where we lived with our parents. You see this pot doesn’t only hold good memories for me, bad ones as well.

I watched both my parents die, right in front of me and I wasn’t even allowed to cry. My sister Catherina was too young to understand what was going on at the time. For days weeks, and months I couldn’t sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would see them; their images were imprinted in my mind. And I swore to take my reven