The Witness - Simon
I am Simon. I come from Rwanda. I have a sister called Alex, She was adopted by a white man called Joseph. I've had problems in my life and I have seen a phyciatrists. This is because I have wanted to kill myself. I've had a difficult past. I was there and I witnessed my mother's death. I witnessed all my family's death. It was horrible and has traumatised me for many years. I have adapted to the English language very quickly and I am comfortable speaking it. I came over to England to see my sister Alex, she studies at Cambridge University, I am very proud of her. Alex has been through a lot lately after her adoption mother dies.
I am very angry with Joseph. I know what he did. I know he took Alex and not me, he left me behind, abandoned me. I remember that day, very clearly and I bet he does too. He knows and I bet it lives with him always knowing that he took one to care for and left the other to suffer. He isn't a good man, not at all. He did a bad thing, I will never forgive him. I'm glad Alex went to Rwanda to "find herself", she deserved to know the truth. He made a tragedy into art and made money. That is sick! He took man photos, he didn't help at all. He then took Alex and left me behind with all the dead bodies. This is a memory that always stays with me.
I wrote to Alex, asking to visit, I was very glad when she wrote back and accepted the offer. On the plane, I ate beef in a sauce of tomato and then I had a pastry for pudding, it was very tasty and I enjoyed it very much. I got a train and two buses to my destination, I asked people at the bus stop how to get there. When I got there me and Joseph's relationship was very edgy and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I tried to polite and please my hosts. Alex made me feel welcome but I didn't feel welcome when I was in the presents of Joseph. Me being there also made Joseph and Alex's relationship a little ropey and I felt as though that was my fault. I was angry when Alex was going through the photo albums, this made me rip some photos up. I knew when those photos were taken and I knew who took them. I felt bad when I ripped them but it was a way of letting my anger out on Joseph.
I am very angry with Joseph. I know what he did. I know he took Alex and not me, he left me behind, abandoned me. I remember that day, very clearly and I bet he does too. He knows and I bet it lives with him always knowing that he took one to care for and left the other to suffer. He isn't a good man, not at all. He did a bad thing, I will never forgive him. I'm glad Alex went to Rwanda to "find herself", she deserved to know the truth. He made a tragedy into art and made money. That is sick! He took man photos, he didn't help at all. He then took Alex and left me behind with all the dead bodies. This is a memory that always stays with me.
I wrote to Alex, asking to visit, I was very glad when she wrote back and accepted the offer. On the plane, I ate beef in a sauce of tomato and then I had a pastry for pudding, it was very tasty and I enjoyed it very much. I got a train and two buses to my destination, I asked people at the bus stop how to get there. When I got there me and Joseph's relationship was very edgy and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I tried to polite and please my hosts. Alex made me feel welcome but I didn't feel welcome when I was in the presents of Joseph. Me being there also made Joseph and Alex's relationship a little ropey and I felt as though that was my fault. I was angry when Alex was going through the photo albums, this made me rip some photos up. I knew when those photos were taken and I knew who took them. I felt bad when I ripped them but it was a way of letting my anger out on Joseph.
Needs a lot more detail Jack. Mr R.
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