When my cousin came to get me by hook or krook she knew that Uncle was at work.
When she got there and found me not at school she was very happy because she knew her job will be easy,
But she didn't think she will find me with the lying son of a goat ( shepherd).
"He kept asking If did you tell the Boss that you are coming to get her or you came to steel her. MY Cousin just told him no his the who Sent for you to come and get her. Her never left I saw sadness in them like she is seeing something she did not expect I was starve, beaten and uncared for. She just told me get packing we're going, I was happy very happy.
After Am done Packing we were on our way to my new home. On road I asked about my mom because it was year since I saw her with my own eyes. She just said she'd come and visit when she got time. I felt tears pain not pain from abuse I have endured , pain from my heart, disappointment, questioning myself and asking myself if is true my parents doesn't care or love me anymore but I never ask my father's love, because I knew for a fact that he didn't care about me or even love me. When we got to our destination I felt something and didn't know what is was, but I knew it wasn't a bad feeling or scary no maybe it was freedom. My aunt looked with sympathy and sadness. She kept asking I was fine or am I hungry, kept telling her I was fine.
After few day's living, with an aunt my mom came with a baby. Saying that I was happy to see her Yhaa maybe, what pissed me off was her holding a child while I endured hell. I didn't care about her greetings what care was what she was holding now. The first thing I said was "why you never came ,who child is this " those two questions needed to answers today. She just looked at like I've grown wings or horns, but when saw my teary-eyed she gave me an answer "saying that the baby is hers my younger sister " guess what happened. Me with my disappointment self, broken heart and confused self, I just look her with sadness and asked again if you didn't want me why you didn't take me to my father at least I know he doest care or love . He doesn't have to pretend like cares or send me to somewhere beaten treat like a garbage.
I learnt how hold my tears at very young age . I left I didn't now where I was going but I didn't go to because my cousin came running after me. I was fighting her to let go because no one wants .
She just that not true because she wants and she be the one who take for me.