3/3 ”When my brother left the orphanage, he moved to Sarajevo, and we managed to get my youngest brother to come live with us. All those years, we had no idea what happened to my father. In 2009, my brothers got a phone call from my uncle. He had received a message that they had found my father’s remains. I was seven months pregnant at the time, so my brothers tried to hide it from me to protect my health. I found out anyway, and due to the stress, I had to spend the rest of my pregnancy in bed. When my son was born, I felt a new kind of happiness. He was the first new child born into the family. He changedourlives.”