The Last Supper April 6, 1994

I decided to come home for Easter. I originally was going to stay at school to study for an exam. But after my father had sent me a heartfelt letter begging me to come home, I decided I should. Everything was going great, my family was talking and enjoying each others company. But there was a disturbed look on my brothers, Damascene’s face. I asked him what's wrong. He told me he saw the Interahamwe and that there was a rumor about a list of all the Tutsi families, or in this case a death list. My father tried to calm him down. My brother said we should leave tonight and get out of our city. I agreed, but my father did not allow it. And at that everyone went to bed. The next morning Damascene came in my room and told me that the president was dead. My previous feelings are coming true, today marks the first day of the genocide.