Isere Katherine is like every child growing up. She wanted space and freedom but was limited to so many things in life because of the kind of parents she had.
Their firm believe in God is a facade to prevent the past from repeating itself, therefor...
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MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVERS ❤️❤️💋
It was as if the days weren't moving. Every morning Isere woke up, she wished the day would skip and she prayed for September to come.
Once she woke up, as soon as they finished their morning devotion, she would have to sweep and clean the house; that was her problem but the fact they her mother had forced her to be a Sunday school teacher for the kids annoyed her. When her mother had told her, she felt like screaming and telling her she wouldn't but then again, her mother wasn't Kelvin.
She was glad her mother hadn't brought up the topic about her virginity, there was no way she won't have survived that. She rarely stayed at home as her mother took her to the church with her everyday.
Everywhere her mother went, she was bound to follow her either she wanted or not. She didn't like the fact her mother wanted her to be like her.
She suddenly wished like her father, her mother had other works too. She barely had time for herself, she could barely even stayed awake late in the night to chat with Kelvin because she was always stresses during the day.
"Isere! Isere!" Her mother loud voice had gotten her attention as she startled a bit. She was sitting down at the balcony, trying to rest.
"So this is where you are? You are counting my voice right?" Her mother accused. Isere heaved a sigh, "Not at all. I was tired," She explained to her mother.
"Tired? At your age? When I was your age, do we know what the meaning of the word tired is?" Her mother clapped her hands in as she umph. "You should be glad you are working for the Lord. Does the Lord sleep? He doesn't so why should you sleep instead of you to work for him?" Her mother asked as she placed her hands on her waist.
Isere was speechless, there was no ay she'd be able to say more than what she had just say without provoking her mother. She wouldn't dare do that.
Isere got up on her feet, "Sorry ma, I will make sure not to get tired anymore," Isere apologized.
"That's a child I trained. Thank God you are not as chubby as you were when you first came back home. Isere better watch your weight, if you become fat before you marry, it would be hard for you oo." Her mother warned taking her by shock.
She felt the urge to laugh, her mother was actually advising her regarding men. She just couldn't believe her ears. The fact she added skin was to show that she had rest of mind while she was away from her parent.
Now that she was back with them, her mind wasn't settled, she was always thinking of things to do or say around them. The fact she teaches children that runs around and never listened made her tired so she was bound to loose weight.
