"I DON'T LIKE TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS"

Episode 2 I drank my water, and then I went to where my mother was, and I shook her. Then my mother got up; she called me, "Jane, what are you doing at night?" Before I could answer her, my father also woke up. The father came out and said, "You women have taken her with your daughter." Tell her everything: "I have another woman, and she is pregnant. Tell her everything that I am torturing you, and you decide to sleep in the living room." The father spoke like that, and the mother said, "Dad, Jane, what words are you saying in front of the child?" When the mother said what the father did, he stiffened and wanted to punch the mother in the mouth, but he said he did not do that; he paused, took a breath, and said, "I don't know what you will do with that woman; it is true that she is pregnant, and she is about to give birth. Anytime, I can't be with a woman who pretends to be a seamstress, any time, I can't be with a woman who is pregnant and is about to give birth. It is true that she is pregnant, and she is about to give birth. Any My mother told me to go back to sleep, so I left my mother in the living room and continued to read the Bible. I did not sleep at all that day, I thought, and I was young, so facing the challenge was difficult. When I was getting ready to go out, my father told me, "Stay at home; you don't have to study anymore; I don't have money to play with you; and whatever you are studying, when you grow up, you will get married, and you will be gossiping like your mother." My father told me that and insisted that he should not see me again. I am going to take extra lessons. My mother had no opinion at all, and my mother said, "Dad, Jane, we don't have food today; why are you leaving without leaving anything?" I remember very well what my father said that day; that's what I believed—the demon that was in my father's body was not normal. My father turned and said, "You will eat a seam," so why do you go to church every time I give you my money? I search with my sweat. You give alms, but you don't succeed, so why is it necessary to continue going to church and sending money to the pastors? They are eating, they are getting fat, I don't give money, and you will eat the Bible. You always read the Bible, and today you will eat it. My dear readers, I heard the words of my father, and I knew he already had a demon in him.When the father left and did not leave any money, my mother told me to pray to help the father from the path where he is floating; that path is not safe. And we started to pray with my mother. It came around seven in the afternoon. I said goodbye to my mother and went to my friend Anna. My mother did not stop me; she allowed me and told me to come back early. Anna was my best friend at school; that is, if I was told to name my number one friend, I would not stop mentioning Anna as my number one friend, because I didn't know her parents and she didn't know mine, and our friendship was from school. My friend Anna, when we closed the school, gave me instructions: if I want to go to visit her, I should take the Tabata Kimanga cars, and when I get to the end of the car, I should ask for Anna's mother's restaurant; I will be directed because it is very famous in Tabata Kimanga. To me, where I live, it is Tabata Insurance Street, and we were studying at a school in Tabata. Then I had my change, I got in the car, paid my fare of 500 shillings, and I actually arrived at Tabata Kimanga. I didn't even ask when I opened my eyes, but I saw a big sign that read, "NEAR MAMA ANNA'S DELICIOUS FOOD." I was surprised when I arrived and saw Anna sitting there drinking soda. I called her; Anna saw me and smiled; then she welcomed me; she brought me soda; and we were drinking. On my part, I was happy. I didn't delay; I asked my friend Anna, "Is this restaurant owned by your mother alone?" My friend Anna, she was not secretive at all, she told me that this restaurant belongs to my mother and all these are employees, my mother is at home resting, I smiled and said your mother is very comfortable, Anna told me that her mom is pregnant and she is about to deliver soon. I looked at Anna, and I was happy and jealous. She was going to find her younger brother. I was born alone. So, my dear readers, Anna told me to go to them and find out where she lives. On the way we were heading to their house, it wasn't far; we walked slowly. On the way, Anna started telling me a story: "She called me Jane," and I responded, and she started telling me a story: "When my mother was left by my father, we lived in trouble; God is great; God heard my mother's cry; in fact, my mother found another man who is my stepfather; After that, our lives changed. My stepfather loves my mother; he opened a restaurant for her, which you have seen. My stepfather changed our lives until today. I wear nice clothes and clean shoes, as you can see, and my stepfather cares about me a lot. Let's go home. When I get there, I will ask him for money, and he will give it to me. Then I will give it to you, my friend. Dear readers, childhood life is both good and bad. When my friend told me that she was going to ask her stepfather for money to give me, I knew that my prayers had been answered, and if she gave me money, I would give it to my mother to buy food because my father did not leave money. When we arrived at my friend's place, she told me to sit outside in the shade of the mango tree and wait for her to come inside. Anna entered, and I heard her calling, "Father, Father, Father, I am asking for five thousand to buy something; don't you know that there is a holiday tomorrow? "Please, I want to look more beautiful." I didn't hear a man's voice, but a woman's voice was heard saying, "Give her what she wants so she can go out and stop making noise here, and let's continue relaxing without anyone interrupting our lovely moment." After a while, I saw Anna coming, holding 5,000 and smiling. I don't know if she was flirting with me or not, but I really wanted her life to be mine. Anna said to me, "Keep this money, and I'll give it to you." I have $2,000 here; I stole it from a restaurant. I couldn't refuse that she was my friend, and then we were children. My mind thought here that God has answered my prayers, that my father has left us without leaving us money for food, and that my friend can save me today. As a reader, when you are a child, you must meet your fellow children and tell them if you have new clothes. Then Anna went back inside and went to wear her new dress that she bought for Christmas, even though she is Muslim and her stepfather bought it for her. She came out looking good, and I wished if it were me, the way she liked the dress, it would be mine; then, on the 25th, the 12th month, Christmas day, I would stand in the front row and sing songs out loud for the joy I had. Then I complimented Anna pleasantly; the shoes were so comfortable. Then Anna went back inside and took off the dress, then she came back and told me, "Jane, you are a Christian; why don't you invite me to celebrate Christmas?" I couldn't answer my friend's question, because if I tell her that I will invite her and my father refuses to give money on the day of Christmas, then she will see that I am being greedy. So I answered her: "I don't think we will cook at home; I will just go to church to celebrate." Anna said, "Okay, how about going to the beach on Christmas day?" I answered, "Anna, I'm not sure if I'll go to the beach." While we were sitting under the shade of a mango tree, Anna said to me, "Jane, wait for me please; I am going to the washroom." Before she got up, I told her, "I wanted to ask you to bring me some water to drink." Anna, as she was going to the washroom, answered, "Jane, don't be afraid; go inside the living room; you will see a jug of water on the table; pour it into a glass to drink." As Anna told me, I got up and entered Anna's house. First, I was surprised to see their beautiful couches; unlike ours, they were tired. I took a jug and poured it; I put a glass of water in my mouth; and I heard, "Walk slowly; don't shake the child." I turned to look at the person who was telling me to walk slowly. For the first time, I saw my father's face when he was happy. He was smiling; he was holding the pregnant woman's waist; they were walking together; the woman was not wearing anything; her big belly and n*****s were visible; she just wrapped a bandage around her waist. My father also took off his shirt; his chest was bare, and he tied the shirt. I said, "My Jesus, what is this?" I dropped the glass of water, and it fell. I was stunned. It means that my friend is telling me that her stepfather loves her, is it my father?, the one who opened a restaurant for them was my father?, she asked for five thousand, but then my mother and I refused to give us money for food and told us to eat the Bible. The sound of the glass made the woman startled, and the father was startled. My father recognized me and asked me, "Jane, how did you get here?" Your mother has sent you to follow me? Is that what you discussed last night? Follow me; where am I going? I had no answer at all; tears were flowing, and the voice of Anna's mother was heard saying, "Who is this, honey?" Is she the daughter of the seamstress? My dear readers, as I heard her mother say that this child belongs to the woman who sews, I got angry. It means that my father hates my mother so much that this woman announces that my mother has a stitch. While I was crying, I couldn't even muster strength. Dear readers, as Father raised his hand and wanted to hit me, the voice of Anna was heard saying, "Dad, stop hitting her." This is Jane, my friend. I told her to come visit me. "Did you feel maybe she is a thief?" Anna's words made my father not hit me. He asked again, "Anna, is this your friend?" Anna answered yes, Father; she is my friend. I don't know where I got the strength, but I decided to leave without saying anything. Anna held my hand, but I let go of hers, I cried, and I left. My father wanted to follow me, but the voice of his mother Anna was heard saying, "Honey, hold my womb; the child in the womb is angry for what happened." Dad didn't follow me and listened to the woman, but my friend Anna followed me, and she said to me, "Jane, why are you leaving like that?" or because Dad felt bad for you. "My poor friend, until that time, didn't know if she was my father, and I didn't want her to know because it wasn't her fault." I ran while crying, and Anna ran to me to find out why I was crying, but she didn't succeed. When I got home, I found my mother reading the Bible. I remembered my father's words; he said to read the Bible. I looked at my mother, and I cried a lot. My mother asked me, "Jane, why are you crying?" the way she asks me, "Why am I crying?" I keep remembering the words of my father; he said that I am the child of a woman with a seam. I didn't really want to look at my mother, so I went into my room and closed the door. I cried a lot, and when my mother knocked on the door to ask me why I was crying, I didn't tell her what I had learned about my father's detour. My mother told me, "Jane, don't cry." "Your mother, I will even borrow money to buy you clothes for the holidays." When my mother said that she was just like hurting my sores, I cried. My mother was going to borrow money to buy me clothes, just as my father bought clothes for Anna willingly and without being asked. I was very hurt. And my mother knew I was crying because they wouldn't buy me clothes for the holidays. When she left, I don't know if she went to borrow money or clothes; I didn't know at that time, but later, she came with a gown and shoes. After I cried a lot, I left the living room. When my mother came, she told my daughter to keep these clothes for the holidays. I was not happy. I looked at them, I looked at my mother, who was called a seamstress, and when I didn't receive them, my mother asked me, "Jane, don't you like these clothes?" Why aren't you happy? My poor mother didn't know what was bothering me, and I was at a loss for where to start to tell her. I received the clothes and said thank you to my mother; I didn't want my mother to pressure her. My mother asked me, "Do you like them?" I answered yes. "Did you like them?" My mother asked me again, "Is that what made you cry, my daughter?" I took a breath and decided to lie so that my mother would stay safe. I told her, "Yes, I was crying because I went to my friend's house and found that she bought nice clothes. My mother told me, "My daughter, the one who prays to the Lord, then will succeed." I didn't answer my mother; it was around one o'clock in the night; I was hungry; I went to the kitchen and found my mother had put a pot of water on; I asked her, "What are you cooking?" My mother answered, "My daughter, there is no flour or anything." I just put the pot in the pot. If your father comes with flour, we will stir the rice. When my mother said that, I was really angry, because she reminded me that I knew where my father was, and then I remembered that she had given me $5,000. I went to take the money and told her to take this money that was given to me by my friend. My mother asked me, "Jane, is it true that you were given to me by your friend or did you steal it?" Mother hesitated to accept it and asked me, "Is your friend among the rich?" Before I answered my mother, I said to myself, "God forgive me; I'm lying; I swear by my wisdom; I'm lying." After thinking that, I looked at my mother and answered, "Yes, my friend, they are rich restaurant owners; they live with love, and they gave me this as a Christmas present." I spoke those words while I was crying. My mother didn't know anything, so she said to me, "Jane, forgive me, your mother; I know you are crying because you gave the gift you gave for food; forgive me; I will return it to you when I get money." My mother said that, but I did not answer her. I left and went to sleep. The anger I had didn't bother me much, and I can't explain it to my mother, after my mother finished cooking, she came to wake me up to eat, I didn't want to refuse because I don't want my mother to know what's happening to me, I looked at the rice and fish, every time I eat tears come out of my eyes, my mother asked me, how are you today?, there was a problem, I kept lying said to her, "Mom, I'm happy, I wish Christmas would arrive today so as I can wear the clothes you bought for me, mother smiled, when we finished eating we started to pray, mother was holding the bible "I remembered father said to eat the bible" anger filled me again, I endured when we finished praying and went to sleep. In the morning, I woke up early and did the cleaning. I found my mother sleeping on the couch, as usual. I knew that my father might have returned, but that day he did not. For two days, my father did not come home. That day, my mother woke up early. She told me, "My daughter Jane, get ready to go to church." Your father has not come home for two days. He has not left any money, so there is no money to give you for giving alms. Also, I think you will eat in church today. But I, your mother, feel bad because of this cold and rain. My seam hurts, and if the seam hurts, I can't walk. "I will worship at home." When my mother said that the seam hurt because of the cold, I got angry. Every day she says that the seam hurt, and that's why until my father announces to her that she is having a stitch. Anger filled me, and I decided to say something. Until today, I wished my mother was alive, and I should apologize to her, but she is not there. I told her, "Stitch every day; you who complain stitch; that's why father left you; father has another wife because of your stitch." While I was talking, my father also came in. That day, my father came and choked my neck from behind and pushed me to my mother, and I fell on my mother's stomach. My father grabbed my neck again and hit my head on my mother's stomach, right there in the seam. At that time, my mother told me that the seam hurt. My mother screamed in pain. Father started talking: "I see you bought each other clothes for the holidays." You complain about the seam every day. "Where did you get the money?" You women go to sell your body to other men. They give you money. When you come home, you say you have a stomach ache. Supposedly, you take the Bible and start reading. The words of my father spoke before me. When my mother feels the pain, she reaches out to take the Bible, because when my mother is a little sick, she takes the Bible and starts reading. Before she took the bible, father had been holding it, father took the bible and started tearing it, while he said, you are only a prostitute, you go to spread your legs for men, when you return home, you hide in the shadow of the bible, now I am tearing it, father started to tear it apart, when he finished tearing it, he stepped on my mother with force at the seam, while I was squinting, my father gave me a dress bought by my mother, I don't know if it was bought or borrowed, my father left me empty with underwear on, my father laughed and said my beautiful daughter is still young, you have a nice waist, wait for you to grow up a little, then he pushed me down, my father entered the room, when my father pushed me I was surprised that I was bleeding, I looked where the blood was coming from, I was surprised that the blood was coming from my mother at that time I was naked and only wearing underwear. When the father entered the room, his phone rang, so he answered and turned on the loudspeaker. "A voice was heard saying, Where are you, father?" "Mother is in pain." The father replied, "Anna, my daughter, I am coming right now; I will ask the neighbors to start helping." The father answered and went out. When he left, I held his hand and told him, "Dad, your mother is dying; the blood is coming out of the seam." Dad pushed me and told me Jane, I told you that you have a beautiful waist even if your mother dies. I think you are suitable for me; I like your waist. Let me come first. My dad pushed me while showing that he wanted me to be her wife, even though I am her daughter. I quickly entered the room and put on other clothes. I found that my mother's condition is getting worse. I am trying to ask for help for my mother to be transferred to the hospital, but everyone was happy and wanted to go to church. Until I got help to wash her at the hospital, before I arrived at the hospital, the mother was dead, and in her hand she was holding a piece of paper torn from the Bible, and it read Psalm 43:1–5, "O Lord, judge me; defend me against an unjust nation." The piece read like that, and the mother had to be admitted to the hospital even though she had already died; in the same hospital, Anna's mother was also brought to give birth. God surprised them; she failed to give birth normally and underwent surgery; the child was born, and her mother, Anna, died. Father, the girl read the Bible. I don't know if a curse hit her; her mind went crazy on the 25th day of the 12th month, the day of Christmas. Dear readers, I will never forget this day. My mother died; my friend's mother also died; and my father's mind went crazy. He saw someone telling him Merry Christmas, and my father became more and more crazy. When we were doing the funeral, many people still didn't know if he had gone crazy. When he started talking about Christmas, he told people, "On this good day of Christmas, people should drink and dress well, isn't it right, man?" When my father spoke like that, people found out that he was crazy. From that day on, my father was the one to mention Merry Christmas to everyone who saw him. My father had been mentioning Bible verses, but he stopped. Father has been eating garbage, and he has become crazy and does not want to stay inside. People tried to pray for him, but it failed. A whole month passed, and I went to visit my friend. I knew it was not her fault; it was the fault of the parents. When I went to visit her, I found that she was struggling to give milk to the newborn baby. She took the baby, and she said she would take care of him, but it turned out that the baby was crying all the time. Anna, when she saw me, said to me, "Jane, forgive me very much; this child is your blood, your father's child; I will not be able to raise her, We didn't talk about anything, she left the child and ran away, and while I was sitting there waiting for Anna, maybe she will come back to discuss how we will raise the child, Anna didn't come back, and when it was midnight, Anna didn't come back, and the child was crying, the house wasn't theirs, the owner said the rent is over, we have to leave, so those who live should move as soon as they find a new tenant, I returned home with the child. From that day on, I left school completely and took care of the child, and I refused to let anyone else take care of it because I would be there for my little brother, That's why my father became crazy; even Anna's restaurant went bankrupt; I was working to clean the road; I started taking care of the child; my father became more crazy; he didn't come home anymore; he was eating junk food; and I didn't attend church at all. Five months later, I will never forget that day when I was attacked by two men and r***d when I was 11 years old. I suffered severe pain; worse, I was r***d while a baby was crying. I felt wronged. I remember taking the child out. I came from a place where there is no shelter. When I left the child, he cried a lot. I couldn't bear it, so I had to take him back. I took him again and started raising him. I had a very difficult time, sleeping hungry, without my rain or my sun, for which I am grateful to my father; he had built his house. The tax issue did not bother me. For a while, the neighbors helped me by giving me food. The people of the church asked me to give them a child to raise. I refused because I believed he was my only brother, whom I named Godluck. My dear readers, I remember all this when I was outside a clothes shop. Outside this shop there is a Christmas tree, and beside it stands my father, who is laughing while looking at the tree. Aunt, why do you look like that crazy person looking at the Christmas tree? It's a question Godluck asked me now; he's 7 years old. When he asked me that, I looked at Godluck and told him, "That's my father; let's go and buy you clothes." My dear readers, I entered the shop and found that it was my friend Anna's shop; she has given life to a big clothes shop. When Anna saw me, she hugged me and said, "Jane, are you alive?" I smiled and answered, "Am I alive?" Anna told me that what happened was not our fault; let's go back to our old friendship. Even though my life was difficult, Anna didn't throw me away; she gave me nice clothes, which I gave to my father, who is outside wondering about the Christmas tree. My father thanked her, and he was so excited. But he doesn't remember the reason because he was crazy; he doesn't remember me anymore. Anna was happy to see that Godluck has been with me and that I gave him holiday clothes. Anna has told me that until now she has owned two clothing shops, and she has given me one. I remembered all this while looking at my clothing store. Thanks, dear readers, for taking the time to read my short story, and I am hoping to get more readers for my next one. The following story will have many happy and sad events that are compatible with our current world. But it will have many lessons, and it will also involve paranormal romance. I believe you will like it very much. Be ready for my next story.