“The nurse looked at my sister and asked; “Where are your parents?” “At the shamba” She answered. “Can you tell them to come to the hospital tomorrow?” the nurse added. My sister had to explain how our family functions: “Dad works at around 150km from here and mom at around 60km, both in the forest where only feet and a bike can go. We use letters to communicate and it takes at least a month to send a letter and receive feedback. I wrote to them two days ago about his illness”. I could see the pain in my sister’s and the nurse’s eyes and I could not understand why. For me, it was normal to be malnourished, to have malaria. Jiggers in my toes were no longer painful. I was 9 years old but I looked like a 6 year old, I could believe what the nurse said because of my weight. I was in class 4 but had to spend so many days at home because of illnesses. The following years, we fled the city because of war and found refuge in the forest. We were s...