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Part 1 Contd

I loved spending time with my parents, no matter how little the time was cuz they were always going on this trip or that trip, which made it unbearable because to me I was no different from orphans.
Aunty kehinde had always loved me even as a kid, whenever she would come to our house then in yaba, she would buy a whole lot for me and insisted that she fed me or bathed me. But as time went on things started spiraling out of control, sometimes when she bought things that I didn't like and I rejected should would frown and force me to eat them, before my parents would come and take me from her arms. I remember one occasion during December when she came to spend time with us, we were outside and she brought out the pack of pure bliss biscuits and drinks, I refused to eat them then she scowled at me and held my both hands together and forced all the biscuits into my mouth till I started choking, I can remember this boy Tayo of about 11 years old with beautifully dark hair and a lot of Grey hair at the middle of his head with both blue and black eyes which we thought was a sign of witch craft at that time, that walked by (by then I was about 9 yrs old) and he snatched me from her arms and screamed for my parents, before they ran out to save me which led my mother to get into a hot fight between she and aunty kehinde, after that incident my father stopped her from coming to visit. And after then it's been my parents and I, till my father got a life changing contract that made us to live in Qatar estate.
After that they reconciled with aunty kehinde and my mother got a job as the chief officer of a flight agency and was made the accountant of the United nations. Then it all started, and they started traveling a lot, so the only things that kept me company were my novels, movies and dreaming about Tayo wherever he may be, but he sadly is a distant dream.
He is just someone that is engraved in my mind, it was so bad that I would actually use a pillow to act that he was there, I would kiss the pillow and moan thinking about him touching me. Yes! It was that bad. I would dream about him and wake up wet🙈yet this was someone I had never talked to. Well apart from one occasion where he came to as k for a pack of salt and I went in to change to my sunday attire just to get the salt and return, I can clearly remember how surprised he looked, how he laughed and said thank you, that single giggle is what I have held on too even 11 years later and that I would never forget.