But when they asked questions, I had no words, amidst my sobs, I was met with kindness. They gently encouraged me to name my daughter and after two days I reluctantly obliged.
The thought of raising a child in the midst of my grief overwhelmed me. The morgue threatened to dump my husband’s body in a mass grave if I didn’t come to claim him.
I didn’t have a choice. Without the support of family or friends, I had to go back to my village. I left my daughter, feeling unsure if I would return.