“My parents detonated a bomb inside our tiny, thatched roof hut. I was supposed to die that night.”
“I don’t remember the explosion. It’s strange to know something so traumatic happened to you that you shouldn’t be alive, but you have no memory of it. Even though it changed the trajectory of my life in the most profound way. One or both of my biological parents detonated a bomb inside our tiny, little thatched roof hut.”
“The story told to my parents was a tragic love story of two people who were married to other people and felt hopeless in their circumstances, to the point of committing a murder/suicide in the belief it would be the only way they could be together forever. The other version is my biological father had lied to my mother about being married, and she kicked him out when she found out. He came back with a bomb to kill us all.”
“Here’s the most amazing part of this story though… everything that should have made July 19, 2004 the worst night of my life, gave me the chance to have the beautiful life I have today.”