What took me there?
I kept on asking myself.
The drift between death and life and past with heap of sorrows to dump. I have experienced only a little happiness along my childhood . The numbness of my lips and the long list of suppressions looping piling my pain . As a child, I can indisputably confirm , I haven't experienced the so called beautiful childhood . Not everyone's fate would be sweet and memorable .I thought of that day when I tell all these back stories to my kids and they would refuse to believe .
Me , Tina , Jake and Ross , we grew up seeing each other collapsing in grief . Majorly, via dad's contribution. We went to a convent school nearby. Although most children there were coming from similar backgrounds, i couldn't still grasp the fact that I'm literally an orphan at this younger age despite the reality that our dad is still alive ,drunk and impudent . During every baths i mumble on this horrible fate . He taught us exactly what we shouldn't be doing while we grew up. Thanks.
Yet, i did it. I broke the own commands . I followed his infamous , illegitimate shadows . Our mother worked at a flour mill. She earned , she fed and taught the social cohesion . Dad gave her no voice , her loyalty just ripped her off . She herself was a victim of unwanted judgements and patriarchy. Everytime I recall her face , that beautiful,tired yet smiling face , I still whimper with sorrow. It make me nervous and cold. No human deserve it , especially such sweet mums . Our dad just did so bad by pissing her. The sight of her dying everyday pinched our little hearts ,we stood helpless as we are too young to sort it out. She had some respiratory desease due to the continuous exposure to the dust . Mom was type two diabetic, overall everything around her just took her away . We miss our mom. I haven't complimented her when she's alive .Now there is nothing from my side than keeping fresh flowers at her grave ,bowing down and sobbing . That was a forever irreplaceable loss.
Now what do I have ? A heart throbbing hastily or these faint memories of my mom ? Am I pushing her soul into trenches by doing everything she hated ?
"Actually I'm sorry mom
I never wanted to
I'm scampering,
I'll tell you"
I didn't save myself from dying ,I'm still a shameless buffoon. It's the rest of them who paved this way and opened these enlightening gates .
I was trying to live this life improving and climbing through better steps to a better mental and physical state.
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Back Then
Mystery / ThrillerIn search of her lost brother, Sandy channels herself through pain, torment and complicated mysteries. While life was trying to offer her peace ; fate and destiny pulled the margins of grief and solitude. But if woman is strong and determined what...
