3 Chapter 2

I was the third brother from my mom's seven children .I was never noticed by mom herself nor my dad at all. It never disappointed me as I knew that it was for the best .I used to go to my primary school on my own , frankly I never knew that one day would come and I would start school , It was my luck that I even when to school and I am grateful to my uncle who noticed my presence and my willingness on helping and volunteering in many things at my home town . He was like an angel sent from heaven that is how I feel about him becaus he was the only one who cared , he was the only one who enlightened my life with light and hope .He even took me at his house teaching me some basic things which he knew they are going to benefit me when I grow up , and i couldnt thank him more .

I used to wake up early in the morning help my mom in the house stuffs and help her cooking and so many things but she never noticed me but she only showed me her gloomy face .But I wasn't dissapointed at all because I had a determination of helping her until the last of my breath, after all she was my mother ," maybe she we learn how to give me a little affection from her heart " that's what i was always longing for everyday bit failed miserably to get it form her .

At age of nine I used to gaze my mother's cattle ,I used to go farming,I used to go into the deep forests for wood and finding new useful things .Although I did all those things at a young age I never regret a thing because I did that for my family so as to survive, I couldn't watch my mom's s pained face sitting and working on the farm at the long hours till late nights with less food , that sight really broke my heart and it does that each and everytime I see her carrying a baby on her back and farming or finding something to eat in the farm for the family .

In all those years when I started engaging myself into work ,I made sure my family to never stay hungry and I started saving up some money due to my works that I used to do ..I made sure I worked harder than anyone in my family .During that time no one cared about me or my feelings not even my own mother noticed me but I didn't care because I had determinations which I had to fulfill and bigger dreams to follow , I have no idea what I wanted in my life but I strictly wnated to be some one,

Someone who will make the impossible be possible ,

Someone who would make my life better and my next generation's life to be the best ,

I used to tell myself everyday that I had to work in order to change my life .I knew that there is a way which I could change my life to the fullest but I had to use what I had and that was my strength in doing any physical work that would give me money in a slower way or easy and fast way , " that was all in my mind " .

Not everyday was my lucky day but still I wasn't dissapointed .I used to go home sometimes with some money and save up or food or nothing at all .But I knew that I had to work harder .I never forget that I had school and I usually went to school as early as possible every day . And I couldnt be happier going there because all of my worries were wiped off when I only get to se e the get of our town school, School made me feel like a while new persona and deep in me I knew I am doing the right thing .

I wasn't that intelligent in my class but still my grades were good and I didn't work that harder in my classes but I did well in my exams but still no one cared whether I went to school or what I did , so it became useless going home and showing off what I learnt to my mom or to my siblings , " I would stay for hours looking at the papers and the high score Marks on my hands that I have scored from school so that I could show it to anyone who would tell me " Henry I am proud of you " but there was none , none of them cared .

Now is it my fault that I wanted to join school?

Is it my fault taht I only wanted love and affection from the people I loved the most ?

Is it my fault taht I was desperate for getting a word " proud " from my beloved family?

I remember having only one sister who was the last and was the smallest in my family , I barely new her because as time passed I staryed being a big boy at that time and I was so busy .I only knew her name "Erica" and she was the joy of my mom and my other brothers too. I barely played with my school friends or my brothers because of all the works . It was like my teenage years were taken away from me and forced to do something , but I thought about it a lot and made it as one of the strategies in " moving on and finding a good life to survive ."

I barely talked to my sperm donor who was my father .He just knew me by my name and one of his step son's who used to bring food at his second's wife's house .I used to ignore him because he had no time on our family, I often believe taht he chose us and made us his second priority but I couldn't care less .

I never hold a grudge on some one because I considered it as loss of my time . From my father's first wife's family , they had fifteen children but every one of them lean on their father and I used to envy them a lot because they had everything but I didn't know that it was their first step of distract doom,

The children barely work but took a lot of their time.doing some unnecessary stuffs , They didnt and they had never even tried thinking about how their lives are going to be if one day their father wasnt going to be present with them ,

But who am I to question the poor children of my father ? After all they are just my step family ...

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