Chapter 18
Grandmother was not a woman who showed her wisdom through her words, but rather through her actions. She was a genius, who had left me a personalised journal written by her and grandfather. Most of the stuff my grandfather wrote was for my father. I wonder if he saw any of them. My favourite piece thus far was. Rain.
'To my future free people.
After our freedom rain will fall. Like no other rain has ever and we will all bathe in it because it would be a sign from our lord.
A sign that his mercy had always been on us and that he would always keep his promise to us. He will give us the means to rebuild our homes, provide us with new wealth and offspring and many years after our suffering he will fill our bellies with food.
We won't starve to death any more.
Our children will be children. They will play, learn how to write and will not fear going outside.
