Year 2000 was a hell of a year. After the funeral my mother took me and her sister to live with her and my step father. Remember I only knew my grandparents they raise me they have taught me their rules, so I call this a change. My mother was a street vendor so she took us to help her.
She was struggling I won't lie people were surprised why we were not going to school. I felt the pain of loosing my grandpa. I felt like I have lost myself too. My life was completely different from the one I knew, my step father was an alcoholic . I have never been next to the drunk person in my entire life. He used to do say stupid things when he is drunk that really hurt my feeling. It became worse day by day he ended up beating my mother.
That made me biter that year was long like it was over five years. It became worse it pushed to the point where my aunt was driven back home. My Grandma was fighting for my custody she wanted me back home. I didn't want to go back because all my friends were studying i was not. so I stayed there even though I didn't like. I was struggling but I stayed 😢. My father wouldn't mind to eat the whole chicken alone and let us eat cabbage or potatoes. I hated it but my mother loved him so much she allowed every nonsense he was doing. He was too talkative. I hated him so much. If I had power I would have killed him with bare hands. He was so lazy. He will sit and let my mother do everything. My mother will fetch water from river and fill up all the brackets with my help collect fire wood and cook while the man is drinking.
He never do anything, my mother was the one who was providing for a family while her man was drinking all the money, after few days He will ask mother to buy him cigarettes. My mother didn't see that the man is evil.
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The Triplets
Non-FictionYour history is the best predictor of your future, know your past first so you will be able to know where you going.
