Hello! The Campus lovers, I would wish to share with you a story about love, life, and sorrow. I believe that even though this story is long, it will be of big help to you in terms of making decisions for you or even for others as there were people who took decisions for me and it became worse for my life and progress until I got disabilities.
I turned to look at my door and I saw a woman which I have now started to call my real mother. She was holding a nice bag and a beautiful phone she came and handed me a new phone. It was my first time having such an expensive phone in my life and I got too excited and tears drops of joy filled my eyes.
At that time, the mother was busy talking to someone on her phone and I rushed to the bathroom and immediately I started crying again. I cried heavily but later I stopped and washed my face and headed back to my room with a clean and relieved heart. As I opened the door in an adjacent room I surprisingly found out that my mother had been secretly listening to me as I wept and at that time she immediately hugged me and we started crying.
We spent some time there hugging and crying after some minutes and we sat there numb without talking to each other. I knelt before her and thanked her for everything for talking to me and taking care of me as their own child, I promised her to be a good and disciplined daughter and that I will start calling her my mother. Facially analysing her countenance expression, she hugged me again and asked me to finish dressing up because we were going out.
My father knocked on my door and said "hurry up," because it was getting late and we left the room, my dress looked somehow like my mother’s dress and my father was well dressed yet we both looked like a happy family. As we stepped out of the house he handed me a small black box but I didn’t know what was inside but as we entered the car I opened the box and found twelve small things and they asked me to taste them. I was really amazed by how sweet they tasted on my tongue I told them I didn’t know what it was……
The long day that I had spent with these people felt amazing imagining all the things they have done for me in the past hours, yes, I was still young but this life felt good.
I kept eating those small things and my father told me that it was chocolates, later I also saw it written on the package. We continued our drive heading to town it was my first time going there so my mom asked me what I wanted to buy first, calmly I said that I wanted……
(to be continued…)