“I wept. I tried to hang myself, so I could die. Everything was pointless without my kids. I swallowed medicines, drank kerosene oil. I was admitted to a hospital for a month. Then I swallowed pills, so I could die.” recalls Sunama. She didn’t know where they were, or if they were even alive. Sunama grieved, hoped, and lost hope again and again. The uncertainty was excruciating.
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