As Cecelia stepped inside the humble house made of soil bricks, the laughter of school children walking to fetch water in the distance echoed off the metal roof. The air was heavy with the smell of the neighbor’s hot coals cooking dinner outside. As sunlight swept in to the cement floor below, she beamed with pride.
Faraja wept and fell to her knees, she didn’t have the strength to go on. As she looked down at the dusty road before her, she came up with a plan to commit suicide.