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The journey of a poor girl

Life as I know it has been hard since I was born but I strive everyday just to make do with what I have. Being born a Christian, I have a lot of responsibilities and having a big family is another bridge to cross. My name is Sarah and I'm going to tell you my story of how I grew up in the slums of Hararr

Shelly_Pasimupindu · Teen
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I was so tired when I got home, threw my bag on the table and slept on the couch. I was woke up by my phone ringing. I checked and saw that it was my mom.

" Hello mom, how are you", I answered the call.

" Helo ¹nana, I'm good. I had your class and teacher got changed, do you wanna change back your class", my mom said. Even though she wasn't near, I knew that she cared about us alot.

" No mom it's OK. How's everything there", I asked.

" Everything is OK. I called because I want you to go live with my sister since the maid wants to go back. You won't have anyone to help you with housework and you got a year to your end of primary exams. Since your second sister and brother both live with my other sister, I thought you should go to your second auntie. Collin will be left t home alone since he doesn't want to go anywhere. He said he's eighteen so he can take care of himself", she said sounding worried.

" OK mom I will go. When is she coming to come get me." I said.

" She's coming on Saturday so yu have to start to put your things in order today since there are only two days left. Your uncle will take you to school every morning and I will pay your auntie will pay school transport for you. "

" OK mom I understand. Greet dad for me. Goodbye love you". I was disappointed but what can I do. I had to go nomatter what.

I started packing that day and Ruth wasn't talking to me that much. She was angry an disappointed because I was leaving her. I told her I would visit her every weekend but we both knew that was not gonna happen because I had to use like two US dollars to go see her and my pocket money was already so little. I think that's when me an her started drifting apart.

Nana means my baby

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