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Maryam's POV
Life hasn't been good since the death of my father. I became a slave iny own father's house, like a Nannie. Just because father is dead. Sometimes I feel like Allah forget
"Maryam! Maryam! Where are you?" I heard her calling me, I washed my hand and rushes to her before I cause any problem to myself. "yes mother" I answered.
"where have you been? "
"i was in the kithen preparing dinner for us" I said while playing with my fingers.
"Ilham wants to use the toilet, escort her".
" I nobbed and took her to the toilet. Ilham is thirteen but still can't go to the toilet on her own. Every time I have to take her to where ever she wants to go, am more like a Nannie in the house. I do all the house chores and run for errands and the rest.
For now am already use to it, since the dead of my father, my step mother has been maltreating me.
Am Eighteen years old today but have no one to wish or celebrate with me. When my father was Alive he use to take me out for shopping and go to parks with him. But now he is no more. Tears roll down my cheeks as I remember all the memories which I had with my father, he was such a very nice man indeed. I cleaned the tears with the back of my hand as l heard my stepmother's call again.
"Is the dinner ready? " she asked. "yes it is, am just about to serve yours."
I served theirs and kept it on the dinning table and took mine to my room.
I finished eating washed the dishes
It's already 10 pm so I changed into my pijamas and slept of.
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