My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter four

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My alarm went off by 6:am the next morning.
I got up lazily and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I was through I put on a black jean trousers with a sky blue ruffled top. I applied some cream and wrapped my hair with a light blue scarf and put on some flat black shoes. I grabbed my bag and took my phone from its charging spot. I sprayed some perfume and locked my door behind me.

I went downstairs and found Mufeedah in the kitchen eating some fried eggs with some slices of bread and tea which she made her self. In our house we preferred making our foods ourselves instead of leaving it to the house help. Mufeedah is studying law but sometimes when she was less busy she went to a foundation which she established for children who were diagnosed with cancer.

"Good morning, mufeedah". I said to mufeedah as I entered the kitchen. The whole place smelt nice. Even though we were from a rich home mum taught us how to cook.

"Morning Zoe, care for some eggs?". She asked as she placed a piece of egg into the bread and rolled it up like sausage.

"Of course". I said while taking a seat beside her in the kitchen.

"I'll be going to the foundation today". She told me as she placed some portion of steaming egg into a saucer plate.
"Should I add some more?". She asked turning to me.

"Nah. Its okay. So how are are things doing over there?". I asked.

"Well its good but sometimes it hurts to see innocent children suffer. I feel like taking the pain away from those little children. It takes me so much courage not to cry when they are in pain". She said while dropping the plate of eggs and pushed the bread to me.

"Oh dear, I know its not easy. Sometimes at the hospital I get tired and worked up". I knew how much it hurt her, Mufeedah always had a soft spot even though at times she claims to be tough.

"Sometimes they respond to treatments while other times I just watch them die helplessly. It hurts though but I don't know for a reason I got attached to them". She poured coffee into a cup and added milk.
"Sugar?". She asked.

"Yeah a spoon please?". I said to her while taking a bite of my egg in a slice of bread. Simple breakfast always had a different feeling.

"I love them you know. And there is this cute little kid whose name is khalifa. His future ambition is to be a doctor so that he can cure himself and the people all around him. But I .....I...don't know how to tell him its not possible cause the doctor told me last night he has less than a year to live. I went out to clear my head but..". She said while dropping my cup of coffee and taking in a deep breath. It hurts her to see them suffer.
I quickly placed one hand on hers and rubbed it gently

"It's going to be okay. Don't stress your self too much Mufeedah. It's going to be okay". I said hopefully in assurance.

"You know sometimes I wonder why innocent people suffer. I mean they don't deserve it. Why do people like us enjoy and people like them suffer". She said pouring her heart out.

"Well I guess it was meant to be so that we can know the value". I sipped my tea while mufeedah sat on her chair.

"Sometimes all this money chokes me you know. I feel like leaving this house. We have more than enough money to feed our seventh generation or more but some people can't even feed their present one's". She cleared the used plates to the sink.
I didn't reply to her cause I didn't know how to respond. I nodded while sipping my tea. It hurts me to see her torn so deeply apart.

"Gotta go baby. See you later". She said to me while grabbing her purse of the kitchen counter.

"Okay. Just be strong for me okay?". I asked her in sympathy