at the age of 7,life became plain for Melinda in a way that she realized people were not as happy for her as she thought when the displayed their smiles and appreciations in front of her.her daddy died leaving a drunk mother in care for her precious daughter, while the mom was busy looking for a man to fill the gap of a father, she left Melinda with her relatives not knowing how they treated her like a slave.
melinda pov;
the memory of father kicking the bucket kpt on blocking me from all the abusive words that my cousins and their mother were throwing at me while forcing me to clean a huge bundle of their cloths, daddy was having a seizure when everyone was in the room while i was pipping through the curtain, mom was beside her trying to minimise his chances to hurt himself externally while the doctor just stood their wit no skills to control the situation.
i tried to yell at the doctor to do something so as to help my daddy but no words were able to come out from my mouth, mother tried to call grandma since she was the skilled and older one but she also stood with her stick while shaking her head in dissapointment.
that was the last day i saw my father alive and my mother happy since she became rude, distant and kept on beating me up in whatever small wrong i did, they didn`t allow me to see my daddy`s tomb for the last time, it was like my dady`s death killed all the hapiness around me and created the darkest nimbus ever ending existance.