Things began being hard for us as my mom couldn't get off the bad.My aunt tried selling a few of her clothes so we can get something to eat but deep down I knew she wanted to go cause things were getting worse day after day.
She couldn't go ,she stayed cause she knew we needed the help that she provided.Me on the other hand i was no longer going to school cause I couldn't pay school fees and the neighbors got tired of us begging everyday.
We continued trying our best everyday, my aunt started a small garden were she used to harvest and sell to the community, it ddnt have much money but we made enough for us to manage throughout the days while we hope for my father's return.
I used to assist by fetching water and digging manure by the dirty stream that was a few meters from our house.I ddnt mind doing it, I preferred working in a garden than going to school anyways.After my daily chores i go to bed very tired and sleepy.
One night I was awaken by the noise of my aunt crying, though I had mistaken it for a loud laugh. There was a lot of people in the house ,I got confused cause I ddnt understand why they were at my house at night.
I stood up, walked across the living room heading straight to were the noise was coming from.It was coming from my mother's bedroom. When I arrived a lady that was standing by the door quickly turned me around not allowing me to enter the room.
She took me to my room, tucked me in my blankets and I suddenly fell asleep.In the morning I woke up to an empty living room. All the furniture was taken outside and a lot of people were sitting down on the floor like there was a church service.
People were looking at me with sad and teary eyes ,most of them shook their heads and looked down.I just walked out of the house and I found my aunt making breakfast in big pots ,she dished up for me and took me to the neighbors house were I sat and ate my breakfast and she told me I can stay there until she came to get me.
I ddnt mind cause there were few kids in that yard so we were just gonna play.One of the eldest kids came to me bragging with the sweets his mom had given to him.I said with a boastful voice "my mom is gonna buy me sweets too"
"Your mom is dead" the kid replied.Well it now explained everything that happened at night and also the people in my house in the morning. I knew the kid was saying the truth but to my surprise, I ddnt even cry ,I also ddnt get sad ,I just continued playing with other kids.
Few hours later my aunty came to get me, she told me someone wanted to see me.I quickly ran to get my shoes and we went home.When I entered the house I looked straight to the end of the passage, my father was sitting there with his head faced down.
I just stood there and waited for him to notice me ,he then turned his head up and called my name. I walked to him slowly as I was shy because of the new faces that were also in the house.He held my hand and asked me how I was.
His eyes were red, his face looked so tired like he hadn't slept in days.I was supposed to be happy that my father was back but everything was just like a regular day of my life so after greeting him I ran back outside play with other kids.
Everything happened fast ,buses arrived and collected everyone taking them to were they were gonna put my mom to rest.I was left behind with other kids, by the end of the day everyone was back and most of them went back to their houses.
The following day in the morning it was only me, my aunt and my dad. The silence in the house was so loud.My father addressed us that he will be going back to fetch the rest of his stuff were he was staying and come stay with us for good.The next morning he boarded a bus and left.
We just continued our daily lives but this time is was a bit easier as we had no one who needed special attention.