Chapter 1

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💬Dear Flossy,

It's been six years now I heard last from you, I've been thinking you've forgotten and didn't care about me anymore; maybe my thoughts were right or maybe you had your reasons😭

Well I'm not writing to blame you, I just want to drop my last words. Right now I'm having more than serious health issues, scary ones and I'm not going to last long.

My problems started the night aunty Maria, mom's junior sister died. We got the news of her safe delivery around 7:00pm that night then few minutes past 8:00pm she passed away. That night was a very bad and sad one. Uncle Joe, aunty Maria's husband almost went insane seeing the lady he had just married 10 months earlier taken to the mog. The doctors and other hospital workers tried calming him down but all was to no avail, it was his friends who came around to console him that helped matters. That same night uncle Joe started drinking uncontrollably. He emptied almost all the bottles of alcohol on the wine bar.

Poor me then, I stayed in the hospital with the new born but the baby didn't get to stay long, it couldn't cope without it's mother, he died two days after his mother. How much I cried for the great loss of both mother and child. Aunty Maria was buried 2 weeks later and on her funeral I told uncle that I wanted to return home but he insisted that I continued to stay with him. I began to fear uncle Joe because of his much intake of alcohol, he started smoking too and bringing in women

I wished I left the house some days earlier, I got raped by him (uncle Joe) that was the first day I recorded as my worst. He came home very late that night and I delayed in opening the gate cause I feared it might be a robber. In anger and drunkenness he beat me up f*cked hell out of the fourteen year old me then. Forget the rest of what happened that night.😭