dark days
333 Words
standing by my mum on her death bed was like helluva, the chemotherapy line tip tip tip sound were like songs of a goat. what could I do, a helpless sixteen years old,, I wanted so much to be her hero but I was no doctor so all I could do was to pray to God for his healings. Her eyes, they wanted so much to tell me something struggling to make sense but I just couldn't fathom what it was. She could seldom move her hands but she pushed herself with the last everything in her to utter '' take good care of yourself and your dad for me okay, I love you to the moon and back.'' Suddenly, It felt like the room was spinning, mixtures of rain drops and the earth then I felt something cold; the only thing I was aware of was seeing nurses and a doctor tripping into the room, and then
it dawned on me, that I lost my guardian angel.
it was the worst experience yet, for I felt the world was gonna end, but it didn't. why will she tell me to take care of that monster who did not even treat her good and cared less about me. He is a damn beast and we both are conversant about it for being countervailing. realising at ten that I had a busy dad was bearable but finding out at fifteen that the person you regard most sees you as worthless, damn I cant explain the feel.
He only uses me as a tool to get back at his enemy which am tired of and want out. but like he says am nothing without him which is true, because he pays my bills and nevertheless he is still my dad and I need a guardian more than ever since mom Is no more. I've literally tried all I could to make him proud, but I don't know, for some reasons he is just not into me.
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