Unwitten chapters

My name is Sphokazi and this is my story. I have 2 brother.My older brother is Senzo and the second born is Xolani.Me and Xolani have the same dad,Senzo have his own dad .But that means nothing anyways we still Family. After too days of being birthed,my mom left me with my granmother and went to Pretoria to look for a job.My dad passed away before i was even born,car accident ofcource,Few months before my birth month since he was a drunker ,they say.I lived with my granmother and my 1 year younger than me cousin ,my mom used to come every month end to see us for like 2 days then goes back to work but came this time where she didn't show up month end she started dating some other guy from blokfontain and she came back after an annum to introduce him to the family after so long of not seeing her.Few months passed by we heard she is pregnant with my little sister .They took me to live with them and i wouldnt say no because i wanted to feel mother's love too.I lived with them for a year I think i was Five years old doing grade R by that time.After that year they took me back to Mpumalanga. 3 years passed by I turned eight,my mom came with my little sister to live with us and guess what i had to look after her since I was the older sister right,I had to play a mother part to her.I felt sad my mom never celebrated my birthday with me ever in her life.My mom broke up with my sister's dad and had her own place in pretoria.I loved my sister whole heartedly to the point of if I see her crying I would also cry bad.Years passed by my mom started being scarce and coming yearly,sometimes she would come after a year and half ,we didnt have her schedule no more,we were just accepting that she came if we saw her.Years kept on passing by and things changed,2020 when I was eleven and my little sis was like 6 my granmother started treating us differently from my cousin ,there was favouritism and unfair treatment.Emotionally I was bullied and couldnt think straight anymore .I had alot on my plate at such an early age ,my school grades dropped .My grandmother didnt quit like my little sister ,and I didnt like that but I remained quiet about it beacause I didnt want to get beaten up.My sister would get beaten for coming home at 6pm from her friends place and she would be insulted bad saying that she was with guys like what?, she was 6.Sometimes I would get beaten protecting her,I wouldnt mind her lying about me to save herself from getting beaten.My mom came to visit us and i told her about what's been going on but she didnt seem to belive me anyways.The time my mom was around something bad happened to my sister ,her and my cousin were in the kitchen making tea and i dont know how the boiling water poured her on the stomach and thights,I wasnt home by that time, i was sent to the shop to buy break and the shop owner gave me a 500ml fanta coldrink for free and i didnt drink it,I was planning to share with my sister .The time I got at my granmothers place I got shocked seeing my sister running to throw herself to cold water outside ,I thought my granmother was beating her and tears started dropping I rushed to her and she was screaming bad,her skin was peeling I cried alot and worst my mom was not home she was out to her sister's place .My granmother rushed with 3 eggs and poured them to her, luckly my uncle's girlfriend was around so she rushed her to the hospital.They had to call my mom but no one did but I understand they were scared she was gonna faint wherever she was so they didnt call but waited for her to come back and thats when they told her about my sis .It was my first time seeing my mother's tears and thats broke me so I cried along with her .My sister came back from hospital after days and she was better but she couldn't walk,I was so hurt and tried holding my tears infront of her,praying to god to heal her ,because I didnt like seeing her suffering like that..My mom didn't leave until my sis was able to walk again.Here comes a day where my mom went back to pretoria, she didnt inform us because she knew we wouldnt let her so she waiter for us to go to school and left a message to my granmother.My mom was not sick she was fine all along but after 2 months she got very sick and came back home .Guess what again ,I had to take care of my mom and my sister too .My older brother was living with his dad and we told him mom was sick but he didn't even bother to come and check up on her even a single day ,my other brother Xolani the second born was doing grade 12 and i was still in primary .Xolani was living alone at my mom's house at Mpumalanga but he would come every day to check up on my mom and make porrige for her .I was always crying praying to god not to take my mom because I wasn't ready to be a parent at that young age but at that time my mom was really suffering .She was skinny ,couldnt eat ,walk or anything it was really bad and she was not sleeping she had pains all over her body by that time my little sis is also crying,hurt seeing her mom ill and crying too.My mom was always praying to god to take her because she was suffering from alot of pains.I was scared I was going to be an orphan and couldnt imagine all the abuse i was gonna get from my mom's family since she didnt want me to see my fathers family,because they treated her trashly when my dad passed away wanting the RAF money.I used to go to school heartbroken and everytime it was school out I was expecting to hear anything about my mom passing away but guess what ,god answered my prayers and dind't take her from me.My mom recovered and started taking her medication .I was so happy,but the sad part is, as soon as she recovered she went back to Pretoria again. I felt sad but whatever, she continued coming to visit us yearly. to be continued...