When I eat, I remember the hunger. I'm overwhelmed with guilt
I'm filled with guilt, even though I know it's not my fault. It's not my fault that I was kidnapped, that I survived, that I was released. But if I don't act, don't speak out, that will be my fault. So I speak, I tell, and I hug those I want to hug - to show, to prove, to explain why they must be brought back - now.









