From age 1 to 11 I stayed with my mother. In those years I only saw my father twice in every year, making it 22 times in those 11 years. So I grew up with only a mother's love .
At age 11 I went to stay with my dad which he made me stay with his friend in a different region for a year before I came to him finally. I thought I finally had a stay with my dad. But those stays shouldn't have happened.
At age 13 my mother was divorced and I was blamed for it. Though at a younger age but life looked so harsh on me. Things never went the way it was planned. I had a different thought on staying with my dad.But since he got married to a new wife, my mom became a burden to throw away. I want to go back to my mom, those were the thought in my mind. But my mom is divorced and now looking for shelter and even what to eat sometimes. Life wasn't easy.
In those stays with my dad, I went to a boarding school which every child at my age hated but the only difference with me was that, I felt more comfortable in the school than at home. In the school, at least I had time to rest and in the house I worked more than a servant. Sometimes people even wonder if I lived in my own father's house. His new wife did nothing a woman should do. I clean his car, sweep the compound, and wash the plate. Sometimes I wish to cry but the tears are locked up because of a strong heart.

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