We have had many problems in my country. There is one day that I will never forget. I was going through training as a nurse. This particular day, I was at the general hospital and in the pediatric clinic where I was training, and an armed group went to my neighborhood to conduct a massacre. They arrived at my house when my father was sleeping. They beat my parents badly to the point that they were losing a lot of blood. I found out that my parents had died when a doctor I was working with informed me that neighbors had brought them to the hospital, but they had died on the way. After that, I couldn’t go home, so I stayed in the hospital for one month, then I joined my big brother in the city where he was living, Goma. However, he and his family were renting their house, so I couldn’t stay with them. I was required to go to a refugee camp in Uganda, where I stayed for ten years. At first, my brother was my comfort while living in the camp. After a year together, they he and his family were resettled in Canada. I felt so bad that they were gone. I felt sick, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t sleep. Some time later, I took a motorbike taxi to the bank to withdraw money that someone had sent me. The taxi driver told me to wait for another passenger, who was coming. While we waited, I went to the store to buy a Fanta and some medicine. While I was finishing my drink, the other passenger came back. He was very impatient, yelling to the taxi driver to go. The taxi driver told him to wait for me to finish taking my medicine. The man was not happy, saying “Leave her; let’s go!” I yelled back to him, “No, I waited for you; now you will wait for me.” We all laughed. After that trip to the bank, the other passenger, whose name is Boly, and I began seeing each other. Boly worked as a brick maker. It was hard work and didn’t pay well, but he always brought me a little money when he got paid. That showed me the kind of man he was. In comparison, my finance at that time, who was living in Canada, would disappear for long periods and barely send me any support. Still, I did not want to marry someone in the camp. I asked my brother what to do, and he also told me he wanted to hear nothing about me marrying someone in the camp. I asked my pastor for his advice. He told me to pray Psalm 3 every day at midnight. One night after praying, I had a dream about Boly wearing a smart suit. Boly and I began talking about marriage. He was not sure about getting married because he had been through many difficult times and wasn’t sure of himself. Boly was kind and supportive, and so he decided to be brave and ask me, and I decided to be brave and say yes. That day, we did not know what our future would be. Sometime after we married, he was resettled in America. I had to wait in the camp for seven more years. In truth, when my parents died and I had to go to the camp, and then my brother left me there, and then my husband left me there too, it really affected me. I couldn't sleep anymore. It made my body sick. My thoughts were so many. I just kept thinking to myself, I wish someone would kill me and I would just die because I no longer saw the benefit of living in this world. But, my husband helped me to keep going. Without his support and our marriage, I wouldn’t be in America. I would still be in the camp, and I don’t know what my future would have been.