Regrets and Mistakes

Chapter 3

Muna's POV
My first day is finally over,I keep reliving the moments I spent one elderly woman who has stroke and a little boy with cerebral palsy,the world really is a cruel place,of all the things in the one there is one thing I hate in the universe more than poverty itself" men" not that I have daddy issues,growing up it was only my mom and my sister I really did not have a male figure to look upto,my mother and I have never talked about my dad if I'm being honest I don't even want to know about him,he must hate me so much if he did not bother to stay with my mom and I,my sisters father was equally an asshole,I view relationships as prisons,a place only safe for stroking the stupid fragile egos that men have,the whole a woman must do this and that is just total nonsense that I never associate myself with,I can't stand it! As usual I'm deep in my thoughts while walking back home,my eyes widen in disbelief when I find the door wide open,this can not be happening," samba?" I yell,with my head pounding.is this girl kidding me,sometimes I feel like I have failed to instill good manners in her,how could she leave mom alone in her condition,she has only one job to do,just one. I sigh as I enter the next room in house,my mom is laying on her bed with her eyes focused on the ceiling,do not get me wrong,I love my mom and sister but i have not managed to bond with mom since she returned,a part of me is angry at both her and the universe,she left me alone to suffer at the hands of that woman and just when I thought life would be better she turned into a vegetable. I'm sorry...My sister has grown into this stubborn teenager who thinks life is a bed of roses because she has made a few rich friends. I wave at my mother who won't even respond to it,looking at this place it has not been cleaned at all.i wonder what time she left this place,I begin picking up clothes from the passage till my bedroom door,when I get to my room I throw myself on the bed,I am exhausted from my first day of work,my eyes feel heavy I slowly close them deciding to take a quick nap. I am awakened by the sound of plates and pots in the kitchen " samba? I call out while dragging myself out to the kitchen,"oh hi" she casually responds while shoving a slice of bread in her mouth."hi?is that all you have to say" I say to her while approaching the stove so I can figure out what to prepare for supper. She rolls her eyes at my question " what do you want me to say" she's literally mocking me right now,has it gotten this bad" you did not expect me to stay here all day and night Muna,I have a life"
Her words raise the fuming blaze inside my chest " you clearly have no idea what you're talking about "
" oh sure I am supposed to stay here and take care of mom while you ran free" she really has lost it" run free? Are you listening to yourself,all I have done all these years is live for the two of you,I have been an adult all my life,mom left me some years ago to be with a man who later left her,who took that burden? Me! I raised you,took care of mom,provided and did school at the same time,I only gave you one job and you're here complaining you ungrateful brat" my words ran out of my mouth before I stop them,it's until now that I have realized I said more than what I intended on saying." You are not the only one with a stolen childhood Muna" she huffs," it is not my fault samba,you can not punish me for something I didn't do" I say trying to be as calm as possible,she leaves the room fuming" samba! Samba! Come back here" I hear the door bang,I guess both of us are too angry to be in the same house,with realization I rush to moms room only to find her beddings wet from her sobs,she must have overheard my argument with my sister, I have no words to even comfort her I also need comfort, I go straight to my room trying to get some sleep,tomorrow is another day,the night seems longer thank usual I keep turning and tossing,is it because I am actually worried about my sister,maybe I should call her and find out where she is, I grab my phone hesitantly and dial her number about 10 times but it goes unanswered,she truly is a brat if she thinks I'll keep begging her to come back home,how dare she talk to me like that,I should have let her work at least 3 times a day maybe she would have learnt to appreciate my efforts,I keep cussing under my breath until my morning alarm goes off,quickly I get out of bed to get ready for work,I have to call in someone to take care of mom until that girl comes back to her senses" thank you so much Mrs phiri" I thank the lady on the phone before heading out....
While in my department at work I can not stop thinking about her where could she have spent the night,is she okay? I don't know but I have a very bad feeling about all of this,hours pass by quickly,the registry lady came by to say hello, and my shift done!