Deceptive Love

Tragic Origin

Please be fast as you freshen up for dinner and put on something nice. We are having a visitor. Be fast about it and arrange the bed room properly, aunty Tina says as she opens my door and makes an exit from my room leaving my door to jam hard. I don't want to hear any story or silly excuses. I was shocked but what can I do?. I'll do as instructed. But who is this person?

As I soliloquiesed eagerly about the unknown visitor. Either ways she wasn't going to give me a positive response as expected no matter how polite I asked about the untold visitor as long as I wasn't done with my little clean up in the bedroom as instructed but if I should be honest enough, my room is a total mess and not just a" little clean up". As a matter of fact, the mere look at my room gets me even more weak but what can I do? I guess i have to start from somewhere besides just starring will do me no good but offcourse alot of shouting and scoding 'huuhh'.

Now I'm confused if I Should take my bath first or attend to my chores? While still lost in thought of which of the chores to attend to first.. Kim! Kim! I hope you're already done tidying up your room? Aunty Tina yells. At that moment I wished I had super powers or better still 'flash' himself but huuhh I am Kima Wilson, the only son of Mr and Mrs Wilson Godfrey from the United States of America (U.S for short) who were both found dead in a car accident five years ago at my age ten (10) which makes me fifiten now, I guess I'm a big boy right? but not still up to eighteen.. huh.. Hurraaayy there is full power supply right now.. I think I've got the perfect drive and ginger for these whole lot of chores cause it's about to go down provided I've got my Home theatre system. I quickly moved to my wardrobe while vibing to "Gods plan by Drake" playing on my system.

Opening my wardrobe to fold my shirts and hang my cloths where necessary. Since am in the mood of arranging things and having in mind that I don't always get to arrange my belongings especially this wardrobe, unless it's on Saturday cause once am back from school I get to rest and wait for my aunty to come back to the house. So now let's start the arrangements, while going through my clothes that are unfolded at the down corner of my wardrobe. I grab the last clothe to fold and put at the appropriate place,there a photo of my parents stared right in front of me now seeing my mom's face again has reminded me the good old times where I shared my most valued and cherished time of like

Now lost in my thoughts forgetting the present condition where am meant to be arranging my room before my aunty makes an entrance into my room and starts shouting the way she always does when I delay at carrying out instructions. My mom to me was the honest and most loving person I have known my whole life along side my dad. Though things weren't as rosy as it was with me and my mom compared to my relationship with my dad. They were still the best in the world for me and that up till now. The way my mom loves me,not only that cares and carries me around made me after their death, believe that the love my aunty Tina was showing me was the same as my mom's love.

Now, thinking about it I would have noticed that everyone is not the same and that love as it's said is not what we normally think it is unless you were explained to what kind of love it is. The love my aunty Tina was showing to me was so much that at first I found it hard to believe cause this love was not shown to me by her when my parents were still alive but as a child I thought it was a way to make me feel comfortable as I was going through some emotional trauma for the lose of my parents. I fell for the love she gave me. Little did I know that it wasn't as I thought it was and as time went on the real feeling exposed.

First, it started with the normal carrying of a child on the lap and place on the breast my mom does that too almost all the time. Then the more things went on themore insisting my aunty Tina was to bath me but I kept on resisting her always wanting to tell her that I am no longer ten years old and my mom taught me well on how to bath. She made me to understand that it was nothing much, just to show her way of caring.

The night I agreed to let her bath me, I realized that I must have made a mistake. She came in stared naked and I was taught not to look at a ladies body so on seeing that I ran quickly out of my bathroom into the room covered my eye and started shouting ''no ma I don't want". She gently walks out of the bathroom and came straight to where I was, holding me up with a sweet mouth talk that it's ok for me to see . I believed her and then followed her back into the bathroom to finish up the bathing process, I was naive to certain things and also vulnerable at that point but deep down I was lost in thought whether what my mom said to me was wrong or not.

Kimkim with a loud voice as she shouts my name !

Right mow I have dropped all the thought in my head to quickly rush into the bathroom to take my bath but first thing to do was to lock the bathroom door