She held the child in her hands, now two years old but a fragile five pounds. She has no food to offer her and every moment she wonders how many hours, minutes, seconds they have left. I was born in Congo, Africa as a refugee. At the age of three months I was a target of genocide. Since that very moment my life had been set. It does not matter that I am free and no longer live in those conditions. I could choose to forget about that part of my life and no one would blame me, but what purpose would my life have? I have made it my life mission to address the issue of genocide, a word people refuse to use and an act many refuse to acknowledge. By going into law I plan to learn how to defend the lives of victims. I want to take on corrupt leaders; world leaders whose job it is to prevent these atrocities yet allow acts of violence like these to occur. I have already started raising awareness and am slowly building a contact list of individuals with the connections I need to help make this a reality. By getting involved I hope to turn people’s views on human rights violations from a ‘their’ issue to an ‘our’ issue. Then, when my back no longer has a target on it, I hope to safely go home and meet my family for the first time.