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As I stand today at the age of 60 I tell my story of suffer and agony. Years when I lost my beloved ones, and from then on saw no light shine upon me or the following days that led to the future. Those days passed by like months and years: a vivid picture of hel ....

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.... was our house, where I lived with my family. Our house was the best structured on the street. It was a house the right size to fit us all in. The house was built with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate bed. My parents slept on a king size bed, which they were thankful for. It provided them rest and relaxation after a long day of work. There was no water system, no sewers or electr ....