You probably don’t realize how thankful I really am to stand before you today, because there are many like me who have not been able to do this, and many more that will not have a chance to face you.
My daughter is everything to me. The only treasure I have left in this life devoid of possessions. If her father were alive, he would be more inconsolable than I am right now. Her father passed away when she was just a child of six. And I raised her on my own from then on. I was able to send her to the university on my retirement pension.
I don’t know who taught my daughter to be fearless – me or the university. While the education she received there made her think independently and critical of our society, she probably saw how fearless I was making a life for the two of us. I did what I could since I was faced with no choice to make.
My daughter grew up thinking that if one runs out of choices, one has to do what he or she has to do – fearlessly.
Fear was something I didn’t pay much attention to in my day, as I tackled head on a life for me and my daughter. She grew up seeing this – and many more, I’m sure.
I probably raised a person who is so fearless that she is bound to disappear one day.
I don’t know which is more painful – to finally find my child by knowing she’s dead or not finding her at all.
The long wait is the most excruciating part.
I light a candle at dusk everyday to remind me of two things: One, that there’s no greater tragedy than having to outlive your child. And two, that if my daughter is gone from this life, I would rather that she died for being fearless than to have lived not doing anything about a fearful world.
Desaparecidos means missing (literally) or enforced disappearances (figuratively). These people have disappeared due to political causes (involuntary disappearances, summary executions, or extra-judicial killings).
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