It is hard to write, I just dont want to face black and white truth of what has happened.
The wedding happened, to early, just few weeks after the first word of this..tragedy. I think my father was affraid I would flee.
I was called to home to help mother about something important, not knowing of this. Mother was angry and she just cried a lot, as she gave me her wedding dress. She asked me for forgivnes while my brothers were hold off by farmworkers from the house. It was chaos.
