WALL FLOWER : BROKEN
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BROKEN
(Recap)
I was the kid parents used as an example of intelligence, calmness and beauty all in one, but still... I wasn't a happy child.
It all started when I was actually able to decipher between right and wrong (which was quite early though)..
I remember my Mama (as I usually called my granny) calling me into her room one day. I think I was about 5 years old.
It wasn't an unusual thing but one major factor that stood out was how furious she was looking that day (I was a very perceptive child).
I hugged her but she side stepped and that's when I knew something wasn't right.
She started
"Mummy, who's your father?"
I replied "Papa" (as per my grandpa).
She smiled in that smug way of hers and told me to never ever forget "Papa is the only father you have".
As a very curious child I asked her, "But if Papa is my Dad, why aren't you my mum?"
She stopped pacing for a while and fixed me with that hard stare of hers and then told me to go and play with my toys.
I happily left her room and went to pick up my very very big toy bag (I had an uncle who sold them, so I was very spoilt with lots of toys).
While playing I couldn't help but wonder why even if I knew who my mum was, I still called my grandma 'Mama' and my mum 'Aunty'.
"Well, I'll have to ask Mama later" I mused silently.
It didn't take long and my mum came home from work with lots of goodies for me (as usual) but she wasn't looking too good either.
I never knew that was the day my problems actually.
I took the package, went in with her bit got sent to the dining to eat what she brought.
The next day, my mum travelled. I was told she went for her maternity leave as she was pregnant with my brother.
On the 15th of February (making it 3 months my mum had stayed at the village) we received news that she lost the baby.
All hell let loose. Nobody told me a thing but I heard my grandma telling someone on phone that she didn't have anyway to explain to me that I'd lost my brother.
I ran into my room and when she came to check up on me I pretended to be asleep. When she left, I cried. I cried until I finally fell asleep.
I never knew that was just a preparation for more tears to come.
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