My name is Freddy and I was 18 years old at the time of the genocide. I lived with my parents and four sisters in Kibuye. We were all very happy together. My Mum was the person I loved most in the whole world. I still remember everything she used to do – perhaps because I was by her side all the time. She was a very kind and generous parent, very sociable, with lots of friends. She used to tell me, “Li... More