I am writing this letter to tell you about my mother
I am writing this letter to tell you about my mother.
I am told that she passed away,
When I was two years old.
I grew up with the pain of not knowing my mother,
Because I am always seeing other children,
With both their parents.
My father suffers from a heart problem,
And he is ill. I am always wishing for a better life.
I always remind him when to take his medication,
I fetch him water, I wash his clothes,
And sometimes I prepare his sleeping area.
I am always crying and bitter at Satan,
Because he took away my mother,
Before I knew her,
And I have no one to turn to now.
Whenever I think of my mother, I cry all night.
My father is in hospital and I am living with my aunt,
My father’s sister.