War broke out in South Sudan when I was five years old. Over the years, most of my family members joined the army, including two of my brothers. As I was the last boy left, I was responsible for taking care of my Dad because he was sick. I would go and dig the roots of the tree for the medicine, and I was always by his side. When I was 10, he died. Because I was only young, I was devastated by his death, and after that I always had the feeling of wanting to care for others.
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