1 Prologue

Sylvia Sylvia Sylvia

I am awoken to my mother calling for the third time for the night

Sylvia she said "am not feeling too well, could you make me a cup of tumeric and ginger tea sweetie"

My mother was not sick, atleast not to that extent where she is hospitalized but she have been having terrible stomach ache lately and all she has left, after my father went to the land of the dead, is me.

I dread everynight because the pain is more severe at nights and it is almost unbearable hearing my mother groan in pain everynight.

Although life is not what I want it to be at the moment am coping well enough and going to school to make a better life for my mother and I.

I got up and went to the kitchen, the old structure of a kitchen. the bottom of the cupboard has fallen out and so I had to put the pots and plates on sink side. The old and rusty stove that does not have much more time left on the earth shows how unlucky I am, the old fridge that can never be lock properly because the springs in the door has stop working and so you have use your hand to hold it up reminds how unlucky I am.

I made the cup of tea and brought it to my mother in her room and realized she has fell asleep I put the cup on the dresser and cover her with her sheet and sit by her bed side and look as she peacefully sleeps and I am reminded how lucky I am.