The story of Erica Williams, a Yellow Fever survivor


My grim father walked 4 miles to get my siblings some water. He came back, exhausted, and collapsed into his pallet. My mother took the water jug and handed it to my 6 brothers and sisters to get some water. I wiped the sweat from my face. It was cooler outside than inside our hut, so my mother carried my limp body outside. I gazed over the endless, rolling plain.