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CHAPTER 01
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❝ DON'T YOU KNOW I'M NO GOOD FOR YOU? ❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ WHEN I WAS a young boy, could barely read and write without the assistance of an adult, my mother sold me off to a woman. She was old and greying, yet her bones were tougher than the cement beneath my feet. As my mother forcibly shook my hand off of hers, the old woman took ahold of me and brought me inside the old house.
I was crying, begging for her to let me go so I can run back to my mother even though I knew she'd just throw me away again, but she held me tightly, dragging me deeper into the house and away from the wooden gate. At that point, I remember that I had stopped screaming. My tantrum had ended as soon as we entered another room. The woman was surprised but nodded, liking that I became quiet in an instant.
With my silence, she didn't need to drag me to another room anymore, choosing to lead the way instead and telling me to keep quiet and only keep my head down. I was told to not look directly into the eyes of the woman I was about to meet, claiming that she was the mother of the house. I obeyed, of course. If I was going to live here then why should I not?
The minute after my mother left, I already knew that she will never come back for me. Neither will my father or my older siblings. This is my new home, and I cannot do anything about it.
Once we entered the room, at the far end of it sat a woman, smoking through a pipe and blowing it out of her mouth. In her hands was a newspaper, but I could barely make out what it was about. It was dark that night, immensely. The old woman I was with pushed me to my knees, making me kneel and bow to the woman at the other side of the room.
"How old is she?" The smoking woman asked. I knew that I wasn't meant to answer, even if the question was about me. Though it irked me greatly how she couldn't identify me when the old woman and I were standing under the light. The old woman cleared her throat before replying, also bowing to the smoking woman. "It is a boy, madam."
