The things i don't want to remember

chapter 7

I ran home, shoes off, tie loosened and suit off. I needed my mum badly. I know she wouldn't be there but I just needed to see her face. I rushed up the steps to my room and took out a box from my wardrobe. I skimmed through the letters she left me before she died, three years ago. I took one last look at her photograph and kissed it, pouring out my heart's contents.

My mum was a beautiful lady. She died because of Solange's dad. He shot her when she tried to save Solange from his atrocious beating. Up till now, Solange still feels bad but I assured her it wasn't her fault at all. Ever since that day, Solange had been visiting her grave every month, sitting for an hour, sharing her problems. I found out after I left a tape recorder hidden and when i retrieved it and heard everything, i acted like i "magically" knew her problems and helped her.