Her mother tells us the pain is too much to bear, saying: “I wish I’d died and my children had lived.”
Grief echoes around this city, much of which was destroyed in the quake. People say help took two days to arrive, by which time the voices below the rubble had fallen silent.
The body bags keep arriving at the cemetery. One gravedigger tells us he counted 50 in an hour, and with each arrival the anger mounts.
One female mourner cursed President Erdogan. Reliving the nightmare, she says she hears her nephew begging for help from the wreckage – help that never came.
Mr Erdogan has acknowledged “shortcomings” in his country’s response and said normal operations have resumed, but others in the city are still waiting for news.
We pass street after street of collapsed buildings.