We were a happy family: my parents, my sister and three brothers. Our happy time and our beautiful life passed normally. I went to kindergarten and school. I was eight years old. Then my mother died. She was very ill. My father is a teacher. He earned too little. The illness was: she always had to go to the toilet, diarrhoea. My father lived in another town. There was his work. My sister and we brothers were still too young to be alone. My sister’s name is Lina. My sister helped my mother. In Bangladesh there was no telephone at that time. We could not talk on the phone. Our neighbours were a little poorer. They did not help us. Continue reading “We’ve been a happy family”
Dublin Core: Language: de Subject: refugees, asylum, a million stories, germany, bangladesh