Excerpt From A Letter From Carolyn A. Miller School

Student Catherine Davies To Reed Student Caroline Kingsley:

 

 

According to the questions you ask me, about the war. Really I can’t explain much about it because I left Liberia when I was a little child.  But I can tell you what I remember.

 One day it was on a Saturday, my mom, my two sisters and I were washing a few dirty clothes because every Saturday is our washing day. Later we saw three men entering the house. My mom didn’t bother because they went to see my father because he was both a business and a diamond broker. Just in a minute they enter the house, my mom started hearing strange noise from in the house. She left us washing, and she decided to find out about what was going on. When she left, just in a few second I heared my mom shouting! And then we all went into the house and we saw our mother crying with blood on her hands. We asked mom what happened to you? But she was still crying and she pointed  to the doorway. When we took a look there, we saw three dead bodies lying on the floor, because my mom told us that they were dead: which was my father, my grandfather and my oldest brother lying on the floor. We all started crying. My mom herself dug three holes and buried the bodies.

 From that day my mom got afraid and immediately we left that particular area. On our way to the seaport we saw men coming towards us. They came to us fighting my mom and that said that if any of us near to them they would kill that particular person. Right after that we saw a car coming towards the direction that they were in with my mom. They gashed my mom three places on her right hand and they ran into the bush. We stopped the car and the driver allowed us to enter. We reached the seaport, but my mom was bleeding from her hand. We found a way to wrap cloth around her hand. We went into the ship and that was what brought us to Ghana.