Confessions

This story was written when i was twelve years. It is said that time is supposed to heal but it hasn't done much for me. To hate ,to love they are both emotions with different character of feelings .We sometimes convice ourselves we hate people we've loved before.That's not the case we actually hate the conflict,the tantrums,betrayal. Not the individual because feelings fade away but memories can't be replaced. Okay i tell my story of sadness lined up in disappointment. I moved from the village where i stayed with my mom to the city to my dad .Who left us for close to 3 years to go and look for a job .To find out he leaves with a woman,Delilah my stepmother. Getting too close to a
person is not easy especially coming to my case.I learned to call her mom,grew even more fonder of her and most of all
to love her.But it's only sad when people get into your life with intentions. Good things come to an end .More conflicts,regular arguments,mostly hurtful words that haunts my happiness. She took his money ,took away my love ,and most of all empty promises .Went through the road of acceptance to learn that "God gives his greatest battles to his bravest soldiers ".

Am new in WRITING DONT HATE💖

Gomojay💖

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