My name is NDUWIMANA Ornella, and I am 19 years old.
I lost my mother at a very young age. A few days after her death, my father decided to remarry. That is how I grew up with my stepmother.
When I was in first grade, my stepmother left my father. However, she did not abandon me: she took me with her to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. That is where I spent more than ten years of my life.
One day, about four months ago, good news reached the Lusenda refugee camp, where we were living: the voluntary return program was about to begin. For those of us who survived through agricultural work and whose safety was not guaranteed, this announcement brought us great comfort. As women, we lived in constant fear because of the insecurity.
I then began to think about returning to my home country. But a deep loneliness overwhelmed me. I did not even know whether my father still remembered me; yet, I never stopped thinking about him.
Because of the difficult situation of refugees in the camp, I was unable to continue my studies. Instead, I helped my stepmother raise my younger brothers and sisters.
On the day of our return, humanitarian organizations played a very important role in our lives. They informed us about our rights, supported us through administrative procedures, and helped us prepare for our journey safely. They also provided our transportation, protection, and reception throughout the journey.
Upon our arrival at the transit center, we noticed a great difference. The humanitarian organizations welcomed us with dignity and directed us to essential services. When I learned that all areas of life were available there, I was particularly interested in the medical service, because I suffer from certain illnesses and needed medical care. I was also assisted by the legal and protection service, which is supporting me in my search for my father and in the steps I am taking to reunite with my family.
Thanks to these organizations, I no longer feel alone as I face my future. They have given me not only material and medical assistance, but also hope, safety, and the confidence I need to rebuild my life.
As for my stepmother, she decided to continue her life with the children of her new husband, whom she had met in the same refugee camp.
As for me, I move forward with hope. Despite the years of separation, the hardships, and the unanswered questions, I believe that finding my father will finally allow me to rediscover a part of myself. I deeply thank all the humanitarian organizations that support refugees and make possible this return to dignity, family, and hope.
