CHAPTER ONE
I sat at the sofa my eyesglued on the television even though my mind was far away. And then I heard someone say something.
" My goodness, What are you thinking about?" Sarah asked me.
Sarah was the young lady my mom had given a job at home to work as our house help. Even though she was a maid we really never treated her as one. She was like family, she was like an older sister I never had. We always got along well and we always shared the house chores.
"Sarah am scared" I finally confessed. "I am going to start living with my father and my step mother, do you know what that means?" I asked her hoping she knew what I was going through then.
"Yeah!, I do" she replied. " your lucky God has given you a chance to get to know your father not like me who even never got a chance to see mine." she added.
I felt sorry for her. Maybe this wasn't going to be that bad. May be living with my father would be good. I tried convincing my self but I just couldn't. I was going to start living in another city my goodness I had never lived that far from my mother.
All this was unfair to me. So my mother had finally given in. She had allowed my father to take me and start living with him. Why didn't they ask me what I wanted may be I would have chosen my father right?
Just because I was an eleven year old girl who had just finished her primary level didn't mean I couldn't decide for my self. Any way I just trusted my mother may be she knew what she was doing.
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