When I was six my mother passed away. My family has been cursed with short lives, and horrific deaths. Sadly my mother was one of them.
On july, 26, 2013, My mother’s body was found. SHe had been stabbed to death. Before her death she had been robbed and raped. She was then shoved under a drain pipe and left for dead.
Now I only found this out recently. So I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle. I moved to Dubai, where I went to school. I lived in Dubai for about 7 years, until I moved here to Sweden. It has been nine years since that day, I still can picture her face as I watched her in her coffin. Now you don’t need gruesome details, So that is all I will say about her death. Her death was reported in newspapers, magazines, and on the news. Everywhere. Now we also paid to have my father contacted through the newspapers. But he never came. He changed his phone number, email and he moved to Belgium. After that I went into shock. I would not speak, I would not sleep, I would not eat. My Aunt was teaching me English because I only spoke Afrikaans.So that was 2013- 2014.2015. They were the worst years of my life. Especially 2015 because another demon was set loose.
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-Anja Van Der Merwe.
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