When it's just us

Chapter 1

My real life started in high school. That was when the term love got introduced to me.

On the seventh grade I moved in with my father, in Johannesburg. My mother was still alive but couldn't really take care of me, we used to live in Bloemfontein.

In Johannesburg I lived with my Dad, Step mom and younger brother Njabulo which means Joy. My step mom was pregnant at that time.

I had lost my grandma that same year on the first month and year of my high school career. I always remember that day because that day we were celebrating my baby cousins birthday before we heard about her passing. I loved her dearly, to me she was the better parent between the biological ones. I'm grateful for them but her passing really broke my heart.

My dad's side of the family is really big and it just gets bigger and bigger and my mom's? Can't really say much yet but I do get along with both side of the families. My parents separated when I was very young, I don't even recall them being together. All I know is that they don't want anything to do with each other. That's non of my business though.

Back to earth, my name is Mphohadi which means Gift, I'm a typical Zulu girl and this is my story