This year I decided to take Areg with me to the Tsitsernakaberd Armenian Genocide Memorial. It was his first time there, and although he had to be carried part of the way he didn't complain once during the entire walk up and down the hill. I told him that we were going there to remember the Armenian families, and my grandmother, who I don't think he recalls. For now in Areg's life, April 24 is about living, enjoying a sunny afternoon together with age-old friends as we walk together, for the common goal of united remembrance. As he gets older, he'll learn more about the tragedy and horror associated with that date. But while he learns more about the past, I hope he never fails to love life and all it brings.
Armenians are survivors.
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