(Part 7/8) “More than my own pain, the pain to see my children’s eyes swell up in tears became unbearable. With their mother bedridden after the accident and an absent father, it did not take long for the children to mature. They were not doing the things that little kids do. After a while they had started cooking, taking care of the animals and doing the house chores. All of this while they triedto heal me with the herbs they had collected from the moors. While I lay in bed, waiting for my husband to return, sometimes in desperation, I cried for help to god. To end my life and to relieve me of the pain and to relieve my children from the burden I had become.

When my husband returned, I was happy but he was no doctor. He was no medicine man. He is just a simple farmer who understands the language of the farm and the animals. No one told him to take me to the doctors. I do not know whose fault it is. After a few months, I started walking but my broken bone would rub against each other and make sounds that a person sitting in the next room could hear. After all my heavy Doko had tangled around my neck and dragged me many hundreds of meters down the cliff that bad day. Even though it was a pain that would kill, I got used to it like I had gotten used to the many hardships in my life.

It was only after a year I made it to the hospital and had steels inserted in my body, which enabled me to function fully. Though sometimes my joints slip, I can cook for my children and for my husband. Today, that is all the happiness that has remained in me. I drag myself from here to there and there to here. It is not an easy life, but it is so valuable, I still want to live. I still want to live even though I know things will not be easy for me with my aging body. Recently, I have broken my hand also so I am waiting to go see a doctor. ”