My mom, my brother and I were in the room discussing what we would become if we were to grow up when a knock on the door diverted the conversation.
" Mom, I would like to be a doctor in future. I said . I will like to be a lawyer." My older brother said ." I would support my kids in what ever they want to do." I smiled shyly at what my mom said not knowing it would be my last. A knock on the door broke our conversation and mom asked us to hide as she went to see the person there.
We could hear screams, loud arguments being exchanged a loud bang was heard before her last scream .That was when my brother got up and left to where my mom was. Another loud noise was heard and I covered my ears as I felt dizzy and slipped into unconsciousness.
Later on l woke up to the smell of smoke. The house was on fire. I screamed for help. I called out to my mom and brother but none of them responded. The fire service later came but no one came out with me it was only me .
I was sent to hospital and after my discharge I was told nothing remained in the house after me consistently asking . I was sent to an orphanage .. I lived there for a year before being adopted by my current dad. I was just 8. I wanted to be loved and be cared for but I guess my life was not meant for it. That was when I discovered my hidden talent and started writing. My first poem was written at the age of 8 when I was just a girl who wanted to be loved the way she was in the falls of September 11,2004.
I ended with tears in my eyes. My invisible pain was just like the one I witnessed back then on the 29th of November 2006. I remember vividly that fateful day when I entered their home.
A breeze of cold air brushed across my skin as the smell of fresh food got trapped in my nostril but all I wanted was to be back in my mom's arms. I walked to the room I was directed to ,picked up a book from my bedside and went forward to ask their son who was now my brother for a pencil.
I knocked on his door and after a brief moment it was opened. I walked forward and bowed my head as I politely asked for a pencil. His words in reply were so cruel it caused pain in my heart. Calling me a girl no one wanted and no one needed .The one whose parents were dead .
I rushed out of his room as my tears spilled uncontrollably. Was I really not needed? I asked myself. I was only 8. I repeated
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Beneath The Scars
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