The Truth Untold

One day at a time!

Each Sunday, was the same for Chiara.
From watering her Grandma's dozens upon dozens of palm plants, to polishing the floor, were just two of the tasks, which tugged at her self control.

Chiara had awakened with a gruelling headache. This did not stop her endless chores. On no!
"When will it end?" Chiara asked herself.
She took a few minutes to sit and listen to the gospel music.
This music always brought her the solace and fortitude, which she required in her loveless childhood.
She closed her eyes. The music drifted around her, like the cool, soothing wind, which blew against her cheeks.

"I  am so hungry" Chiara muttered.
As if to agree with her, her stomach growled like a lion. Sighing, Chiara gathered her strength and continued with her chores.

She paused to glance across at her older brother.
He always seemed to be in a world of his own.
Two years older than Chiara, he was dark brown in colour and quite thin.
Chiara often wondered if he cared about her at all.
They all felt like strangers to her.

Chiara grinned as she wondered again, if she was stolen from someone.

Being quite intelligent, Gary excelled at school. Everything seemed to be quite easy for him to figure out..except maybe......................

" My dear big brother, let us run away."
Chiara muttered to herself, as she dipped the rag into the polish and pasted it on the floor.
Round and round her arm continued as though  trying to polish her grief away.

Their mom and stepdad seemed to be still fast asleep, as no sound could be heard, from their room.
The peace was a gift.
A present which she held on to tightly.

She wondered if the sun was seeping in on on them.
What a beautiful morning it was!
The sun shone brilliantly.
The rays were wrapping their arms around the house and the Prejudice and pain within.

Chiara rose and went outside.
Her knees and back aching from kneeling and bending.
Her petite palms were red with polish.

Her Grandmother was trying to control the blaze which she had lit for burning the dried leaves.
It was 8.00 a.m.
Chiara sat on the ground, leaned on the house and soon fell asleep.

She was shaken awake by Gary.
"Get up quickly! They are up!"
Chiara scampered up.
Gathering the rag, which had fallen out of her hand, she scrambled to the living room, got on her knees and continued her task.

As she continued to hum to herself.
" One day at a time, sweet Jesus!"