Mundo
292 Words
One would perhaps think that I am Italian because of my name. But I am not, my mother just gave me the name because she heard the word from a one tourist calling his wife his mundo. She could not help but love the lovely smile that adorned her beautiful face after her husband called her that. After knowing what it meant, she touched her swollen belly and she knew that I was her world.
That is why I am so broken, I have been since she died. Being an illegitimate child in an African home is so difficult. Just because my mother was never married and I do not know my dad, I am everyone's doormat. I am supposed to be at their back and call all the time. I am always told that I will amount to nothing and the sad part is, I know that is true.
It was so difficult just finishing high school, I told myself that I will work and pay my way through college but no. I have to buy and pay for stuff at home because "I have to pay rent". My aunt never misses an opportunity to remind me how she raised me when my own mother died, so no college for me.
I am 22 with no friends and zero social skills. The only thing I ever do is go to my favourite place, listen to birds chirping and just vent out into the open. I have always wished that someone would hear me, respond and tell me that everything is going to be alright and that I will not always feel so alone and empty.
But today was different, I just wanted to die. Is that so much to ask for?
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