Tears Of A Child.
My first day at aunty Amara’s house , I was filled with joy as grandma had said aunty Amara will take good care of me .
Aunty Amara’s house was well furnished everywhere was kept clean and well arrange . Ac, everywhere . I could see her big flat screen television that was hanged on the wall .
” I think I will love it here ” I whispered to Grandma .
” I told you , you will ” she whispered back , before aunty Amara walked in.
” Haah, Mama you are welcome ” she spoke in a respectful manner going down to her knees .
” Thank you my daughter . You have changed like seriously ” grandma replied .
As a child I was shy cause I have never visited a big house in my life and haven’t gotten used to people yet.
” Greet your Aunty Amara ” grandma whispered aloud to my ears .
“Good evening aunty Amara ” I greeted her stammering.
“Oh, sweet boy , good evening” she replied as she played with my hands giving me a smiles look.
” He is a shy kid ” grandma added .
” What’s his name ” aunty Amara asked grandma.
” His is old enough ask him his name he will tell you ” Grandma replied .
Aunty Amara laughed . I became uncomfortable as my stomach started making those thunderious sound ” chroo, chroo” they sound .
” What’s your name ? ” Aunty Amara asked gazing straight to my eyes .
” My name is Bernard Patrick ” I replied with shyness in my eyes .
” Nice name you got , you took your father’s name ” she spoke and asked us to go and take our bath then come over for dinner.
I went in to the bathroom oh, my God it was a shower. I have never in my life taken a bath with a shower before , as a child, I cherished every new thing in my life , so that evening I spent hours taking my bath like never before on a shower.