“My mum says that every day I look more like him. After the war, we moved to Sarajevo. In high school, I didn’t talk about my father and what happened in Srebrenica. Most kids in school had experienced the war in Sarajevo. They couldn’t relate to what happened in Srebrenica. Sometimes, when someone mentioned Srebrenica, they would make jokes like: “Do you want to sell the house with or without bones?” Those jokes were painful. My mother had to raise my sister and me all by herself. She was only 33 when the war ended, with two small children to raise and a husband who was missing. The day we said goodbye to our father, I was five years old. My mother had gone to the UN base in Potocari with my sister and I. A few days later we got transported to the safe zone in Tuzla. My father decided to go to Tuzla through the forest since there were rumors that the Bosnian-Serb Army was separating the men. Before leaving our house, my mother had packed some items. Amongst those items was a yellow shirt that belonged to my father. She figured he would want to change into a clean shirt once he arrived in Tuzla. When we arrived, my mother kept searching for him. Years went by, but we kept hoping that he would come back. My mother kept washing and mending the shirt. At a certain point, she started washing it less frequently. Eventually, she stopped washing it altogether. That’s when she lost hope that he would ever come back. When I went to University, I started meeting people from all over Bosnia. One of my classmates, his name was Sened, heard I was from Srebrenica. He told me his grandfather was also from the Srebrenica region, from a town called Žepa. We started meeting for coffee before and after classes. I invited Sened to our old house in Srebrenica, and we spent hours and hours talking about what had happened in the war. I told him about my father. We understand each other because we share the same feelings. To this day, we have no information about what happened to my father. I still hope that they will find him. Even if it is only one bone, then we will finally be able to bury him, and we will have a place where we can say our prayers and close this book.”