'We lived with our parents in Kamayama, where the mud came down the mountain. August is the school holidays, so my 5 brothers and I were on holiday staying with our grandmother in the countryside when it happened. We heard the news and my uncle brought us all back. I was scared. We saw that all of the compound, as well as our house, had been taken away.
People there told us our parents had died. I felt so sad. At night we sleep nearby in the house of another aunty in Lumley, but she has four children already and it is only two small rooms. She has no money to take care of us too. When she is working during the day we go to the shelter, where Street Child help us with food – I am happy to have it, especially my brothers.
I like the biscuits, but I share them. Street Child talk to us and help us not to feel sad. My school was not hit with the mud or water, it is still there. But we have no money and we can’t go back. It is sad because I want to feel happier, I want to go back to school.'