They were even worse than the time six years ago when I learned that my husband had died in an accident.
When the earthquake struck Durres, my son and I were at home in our apartment on the eighth floor. The panic that I felt that I might lose my boy was the most terrifying feeling I’ve ever experienced. I grabbed him and snatched my purse that was nearby. Running down eight flights of stairs, my head kept hitting the walls; it seemed like they were moving towards me. I felt nothing. My only concern was keeping my son safe. As soon as we were outside, I just kept checking his head for wounds. I was so grateful; I was in a state of shock, disbelief. I felt so relieved, but he was just numb. The smile is not yet back on his face.
Later that night I found a letter from our sponsor who visited us last year. I always keep it with me, in my purse. I don’t get letters from anyone, so it means the world to me. Re-reading this letter warmed my heart.
I don’t know what will happen next but I am glad to know that there are people out there who pray for us and care for us.
Garantina, from Albania who, with her son, are sponsored by donors in Norway
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