Step mother [Azeeza's story]

Azeeza's point of view (p.o.v). ~~~~~~~ "Hey what do you mean?? Haven divorced you doesn't mean to take away my daughter what I mean is, as you are stepping out of this house you're leaving azeezah behind" "Why alhaji? This girl is just 10 years old and she needs a mother beside her... " Tears began to shed from my eyes as I remember the last encounter my mum had with my father, that very last day i set my eyes on my mum.... My happiness! suddenly a voice interrupted my thought bringing me back to reality and yes it's that voice that I never want to hear in my life ever since I start becoming like an orphan. Umma ladee's voice my step mother! She shouted "what the hell are you doing here like a witch", I raised my head to answer her before I say a word she chirped in, "so you are even crying right ?? So that someone will say i am maltreating you right? That's how you children of twentieth century behave. Would you go and wash those plate before I break one of your legs....?" I stammered "Umma I thought the house maids are around". "Yes they are around and it's you I want to do it. I nodded and when straight to the kitchen to pack the un washed plates mind you my father is rich enough to hire maids that could do anything to us. I was already shivering as the thought of dipping my hands into that very cold water crawled to my mind plus I had a cut on my hand washing the plates mean the detergent will enter my cut and increase the pain how I wish I can use the dish washer but I know that's not be possible I won't be allowed to do so! As I stepped my leg into the kitchen I bumped into a figure, tall and slim and of course it's atika Umma's daughter, she's a spoilt brat she couldn't even do anything for her self beside she is my agemate, I quickly apologized before the worst happens. She only hissed and walked away, I shook my head pitying her because I know one day she and her mum are going to regret it. I washed the plates and headed to where I used to sleep because I don't have a parlor in my own father's house. I sat down thinking about life, I heard a voice I love which belongs to ya ameer( he's Umma's son but he really cares about me, even though Umma does not know about our intimacy) I didn't raised my head because i know him very well and could recognise him even from his shadow, he's tall and somehow fat. His face is something else because a single glance at his brown eyes will make you want to look into them again. He bagan azeezah " i want you to take this as fate, one day it will surely come to an end, I know my mother is ....." Before he could finish, Umma appeared in front him sending daggers down his ways. he was shocked , what she said was "complete your sentence stupid boy!!" Before I knew it she slapped me as if I'm the one talking.. Maybe because I'm involved I don't know. Enough of my story I think let me quit and introduce myself to you. I'm azeeza as we read earlier I came from a family of six. First My father which I call daddy his name is Alhaji Ibrahim Khalil a man of about 60 years of age old enough right? I just guessed because in an African home its hard to see the parent telling their age to their children. he's a business man that barely stays at home so almost everything that's happening in the house, he's unaware. He believes that if he sends money to us, that's all we need. He's also hot tempered. That's the little I know. Then my mum, she's the best creature I have ever seen, she's really calm, kind hearted and dedicated. Umma ladee, is my step mother her children call her umma while I attatched 'ladee' to the 'Umma'. She's kind before but not now what I can say is she had been influenced by friends. She's the first wife and had two children Brother ameer and sister atika. Brother ameer is the sweetest brother ever he's almost eleven years older than me. Atika is my agemate who I don't seem to understand, one moment she's kind and the other mood swings. She's a month older than I am. I didn't describe myself because I think someone Should do it later. Hey