My sad beginning (#193)
The beginning of my growing-up life was horrible, it was a very sad and worst experience one as a kid at such a very young age to start with.
On my 5-year-old birthday, I went out with my parents to make my day very good, (my kind parents "Mr& Mrs Jones").
When we got there I was having a beautiful time with my parents, I was so happy as a kid going out with my parents and having fun.
Undefined word on how I feel that day, We returned home in the evening, even though I never wanted to go home.
But at the same time I just had to go, I knew I couldn't stay there forever, all good or bad things had to come to an end. (hahah).
That same evening when we reached home, I thanked my gorgeous parents and prayed for them too, they taught me how to pray, which I am grateful for.
They hug me with big smiles and give me some words of encouragement, they told me how I make them happy every time they saw me smile.
All they wanted was to see me smile every day, just after that, we're trying to go to bed all of a sudden something bad happened.
Oh my God, some gun men worked in our house asked for money, and took all the cash Dad and Mom kept to use at home for our basic needs.
But that did not affect my parents, unfortunately, something happened just a second when they were about to live.
One of them speaks and my dad recognizes him, he knows my dad will recognize him when he speaks, so he removes his face mask and shows his face.
Dad promises him he will not say anything to anyone, let him spear his life and the rest of his family.
My dad begged for our lives, but the thief did not have mercy, he went ahead and shot my both parents.
My parents died in front of me, I was a kid, I was not able to do anything, all I did was cry and shout for help, but no one showed up.
Since that day all I experienced was pain and heartbreak until I turned (20), no one showed me a little love.
After the death of my parents, their family members came from the village to take care of the burial service.
After the burial service, they decided to share the property with themselves and forget about me.
No provision was made for me by my uncles and aunties, I cried every day no one cared (oh God have mercy upon the wicked).
At (5) I was heartbroken by the people I should call my family members (what a wicked world we are living).
They wanted to sell the house but the lawyer did not agree with them, so they rented it and all of us went back to the village.
I was dead in the flesh, if you woke me up from sleep I'd expected such things to happen to me at that age.
The worst that happened when I was in the village was when I saw their children going to school.
I sit at home doing all the housework while, they enjoy the money of my parents, my heart was heavy.
At age (10) I decided to leave the house without telling anyone, I was able to go back to the city.
I first tried to find ways to get money, I was able to save some money for transportation.
When I reached the capital city where I was born, I started working for people to survive.
I was able to save some money to start schooling the following academic year, which I was able to go back to school.
At age (20) I was able to finish senior secondary/high school, but I was not able to afford the money for university so I stopped.
I continue to work for people so that I can save enough for university, during that period working for one of my clients.
He promised to introduce me to someone I can work for that person can pay me more than what he gave me at the end of the month.
You might be surprised the new clients I met, when we met, she asked me for my name, I did as she asked (Mrs Sesey).
She said your name seems to be familiar, please tell me a little about yourself, she was asking about my family background.
I ran outside trying to leave her house, the man (Mr John) who took me there, followed me outside, asked why I ran outside, I started crying at once.
I told her, I hate talking about my past to anyone because anytime I remember what happened it creates a fresh wound in my heart.
Mrs Sesay came out, asked me to get inside so we could talk about it, over (30 minutes) no response from me, I was speechless about my past.
After sometime, I explained, everyone was in tears, she introduced herself to me as my family lawyer.
I was shocked, I can't imagine after all the suffering, God locate me to my destiny helper at the right time of God.
She has been looking for me, from different places, even gone to the village, your uncles and aunties said you were dead.
Your parent's property is still in good care before they pass away according to the will, you have the right to your property at the age of (18).
I was so happy to start up again a new life, after finishing my studies
, the past still hurt me every time I remember my parents.
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