A melting candle.

chapter one -Misunderstood

I started taking coffee in the morning. I never do that . Asking myself whether I should open up or conceal it like I always do.
I don't need a therapist, I don't like to talk about my feelings. A crying shame I bottle up my emotions.
"Immaculate", my mother calls. "Yes mother ", I reply wiping my tear's. Her question echoes from across the room " are you done folding laundry?, Hurry up , the early bird catches the worm".

A pretend to be sweet with a smile perfect girl I am. Sympathy is a drug I despise, taking a pill of " it's alright , don't cry", makes me extra Ill.

Selling fruits and vegetables is where we obtain our daily bread.
My mother is not educated. She got pregnant with me at the age of fifteen. My folks didn't want her anymore. The whole neighborhood rolled their eyes on her ,they labeled her a bad teen. My father was a married man ,he was cheating. A story I wouldn't like to unfold.

The bees and birds were talkinig, if only I could find a way to wax my ears . I don't know how to face my community. I better walk a shame , I say to me , as I take my last sip from the coffee cup.

Stepping outside , quickly taking a look at the sun . To assume what Time it might be. Pretty archaic right? , For a girl who can't afford a simple wrist watch.
I rushed to the vegetable -fruit stand . Its settled along the road . A spot where motorists drive slowly to avoid accidents.
An old woman approaches, we proudly call her Mrs mulenga. She rarely opens her mouth. She wont stop staring at me for a reason I know, she keeps looking at my bloodless face . I look a bit pale. My colouring dark hair and brown eyes ain't sparkly like usual.
Her lips are moving ," you d-dont look like y-you ...... never mind , kindly give me tomatoes for five kwacha". She walks away.

Well now am finding it hard to pull myself together. Can all the king's men and horses put me back in one piece ? Or maybe I happen to be another Humpty Dumpty.
Out of thin air comes Theodore. Vexed like I expect him to be. How can you? He asks looking straight into my eyes. Were you that desperate ? I thought you was a saint, thanks to yesterday , I now know the devil in you. Holding my chin up , he continues staring into my brown eyes. His questions echo , answers I can't provide. So I leave him hanging. He violently pushes me away and im left laying on the ground.
With little courage I get up and dust my black tight dress.

Been sitting for hours and I haven't received any customer apart from Mrs mulenga. Mother will be so mad at me.
Just as I am thinking , mother comes by the stand, filled with anger . What am I hearing ? Is it how I raised you? Don't you consider my sacrifices? I made no answer.
What can I say ," the wolf is always bad , if it's red Riding Hood telling the story".