The Untold

t tears of pain but of joy, relieve and fulfillment. That was my mother, my o

child would rejoice at the demise of her

arry my father, which she loved but felt it was too early. My dad worked very hard so he could provide his little family with all they would need. So I cannot say we were poor because we had 3 square meals and went to a Private school in Port harcourt Nigeria. When I was 4year old, I begged my parents to give me a sibling and they in fact listened and I got my very own baby. Those were the good times. Daddy went to work early every morning, making sure to provide for

ad to open her a small business and my dad did, provided she would not forget About her d