“Do you want to play with me instead?”
I look at her with watery eyes as she sticks her hand out for me to hold. She is the first one who offers me to play with her in this house. I have never played with my siblings since all of us have our own world here.
Whenever I am at school, I can run around and play with my classmates. My yaya would let me play because I would ask her to. She would let me run around for half an hour after our class ends before she fixes me up, wiping my back and my sweats on my face before changing me into a new shirt so I can come home looking fresh. Then after that, she would help me with my bath at home so I would look presentable once I faced my parents.
If in school, I am happy. At home, it is different. My playmates are my toys that my parents bought for m
