We were at my father's wake, a man who keep our family grounded our role model lying there life less my mother she completely lost it, i can't blame her loosing the lover of her life can be hard. Being the older sister to my little sister rose was the best thing that ever happened to me but seeing her 7 years old self standing in front of our father crying was the terrible thing i have ever experience.
A week has passed since we lost our father,my mother hasn't come outside of her room i have to take care of my baby sister.
"Is daddy never coming home again sam!?" she asked and i can feel my heartbeat through my chest
"No rose, but he is watching you from the clouds" how can you explain to a seven years old that his father died, they murdered him cold blooded.
My mom she is still mourning its been a month i miss her honestly nowadays she spend all day changing bottles of alcohol, she lost the meaning of life, she lost her job her husband and needed something to get away from herself ,
"Samantha darling where are you" she tumbled down the stairs
"Maa are you okay!?" I was very concerned about her
"Aw my sweet sweet sam how are you!? where is rose!?" She is leaking alcohol, lost weight, i can see bugs under her eyes
"We are fine maa" i replied
"Am sorry i havent been there for you guys i got caught up in my little world and I forgot about you" she hold my hands "am here now and we are gonna get justice for daddy okay" at the mention of his name made my heart clenched.
Till next time..
Xoxo 😘
