December 24th, my mother, Stepfather, Bahatti, Kwizera and I did the four hour journey to the village of my aunt and her family. I spent Christmas in the Methodist church, a very fun experience and met for the first time all my uncles and aunts (My mother has 8 other siblings). I discovered I have about 40 1st cousins and I didn't even manage to count the 2nd cousins. During my time in Rwanda I was able to sit down with my mother and ask her some important questions about my father and the first months of my life. The conversation is not over and I have a lot more questions but an important first step has been made. I had the chance to get to know my brother and had some deep conversations with my cousin Emanuel. I learned about how hard life must have been for my family during the Rwandan genocide. Almost all of them fled to Congo and one uncle is still there. I had the chance to answer whatever question they had about my life in Europe and they had a lot of questions. Although I couldn't speak with my sisters I was able to communicate with them through card games. It was a wonderful trip and a life changing experience. I left Rwanda with a whole new family and I will try to go back every two years. My identity wasn't complete in the years before this trip. There was always something missing. I think I found the missing piece of the puzzle and honestly, life has never been so beautiful as right now.