A new generation…
With the destruction of my home, Port Pa-Kur, and the relocation to the refugee camp that is known as Bog Hill, in the midst of the swamp out of the way of further dangers, began a new life of looking to fill my household up with new and wonderful things, since, starting anew, mostly, meant, leaving behind what couldn’t be saved, and moving forwards for the long road ahead. With time, comes amazing moments of time where you sit in…