Am just a slave in my mothers house, I work like a maid. No difference with a cockroach I hide myself.
She looks at me like have been send from heal. She sold my clothes, have nothing to wear. Am just a nobody in my father’s house.
I don’t share the table with them,neither do I sit on the chair. I can’t bare the pain, leftovers is what I eat.
Cold at night makes me freeze, have nothing to cover my body. My dad has no voice in the house
God,do I really deserve to live? I wish dead could be brought back to life. I wish my mother could be a live. God, let me join mum. Since life is not part of me…….
By Hildah Muhadia