Chapter 3

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Well, i can say that my life turned shitty from then. 

Toby and I left Westmoore high school to go live at my grandma's. Dad had to go to London for five whole months. All this didn't bother me as much as Anna did. She had lost mom at four months. Anna wouldn't grow up with the love and care of a mom. She wouldn't even remember that she had a mom. She wasn't ever gonna feel the love of a mother like Toby and I did.

I started having bad dreams. I started feeling vulnerable.I felt like I was no more. My mom was a part of me and my life and she had left. I took the chain everywhere I went. Even during the shower, even when i went to sleep, I felt scared and less secured without the chain.I couldn't stop thinking about her. Why had God done this? What did I do? Why Mom? Mom's death destroyed me. I wasn't good in controlling my emotions. I spent nights crying myself to sleep. I lost 4 Kgs. 

I just felt bad for my dad. He had loved mom more than he had loved himself. Mom was 80% of dad. Dad had to leave for London. He was devastated. I couldn't bear to see him like this. Nana (dad's mom)decided that we live at her place. Nana was the only person after mom who i felt like a mother. She was there with us all the time.  She decided to take good care of us and especially Anna. But i never liked the idea of moving from our house and leaving dad. The house was one place that reminded me of mom and being there made me at least a bit happy. But dad and nana were both very strong in the decision that there was no way out. 

Some days i would think why i was even living when mom was dead. But surprisingly, i didn't let one tear fall from my eyes during mom's funeral. I hated the way people looked at all of us with pity. They never really felt sorry for us. They only told it to console us which they were never doing anyway.

Wednesday afternoon, two days after mom died, Toby, Anna and I got ready to leave the house where once we shared happy times and memories with mom and dad.  I knew i would never again be happy in my life like i was with our family. No matter what i do to move on from the pain, deep down inside i will always know that i will never get to hug my mom again.

It truly is hard to forget a person who gave you so much to remember.


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