In the midst of confusion, memories shadowed with fear, there appears the symbol of peace. A dove cooing and flying high above the sky. I knew my magical moment had arrived. How I would escape this mess was still a mystery, but that dove was a sure sign. I had to do this, if not for myself then for my father, a father who had taken care of me from my first days till now. Nothing could ever compare to a father’s love.
A father’s love, almost a dove, so gentle and tender.
Basetsana, 16, Botswana