I slept right there on the wooden tiles, since that was were my bed was. The bed I used to to have was now being used by uncle's kids. I was crying wondering why that stupid driver caused this accident and had left me me in this living nightmare. A twist, a fairytale with no glimpse of a happy ending.
The older kids laughed at me historically, it was only Asisipho the youngest , who always cared about me and was always distressed to see me in such a situation. I never blamed her for anything, I knew she could do nothing to help. Once she stepped in when her mom had decided to deprive me of having dinner that night, she also became a victim. Since then she always just watched in silence with teary eyes.
As ironic as it is, it was Matilda's sporn that came to console me. My entire body hurt. I'd motioned her to pass my school bag . I struggle to take out a book a pen due to the injuries she caused.
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When will my misery end?
Historia Cortawhat was meant to be a peaceful, sentimental and memorable trip back to their homestead in Kwa-Zulu-Natal soon becomes Zanele's worst nightmare ,but what's different with this nightmare is that its actually just reality waiting for her to wake up...
