Tears of a child - S01 E03

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Tears of a child - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Aunty Amara stood by the door side wondering how manage her nine breakable plates got broken. I saw anger In her eyes and her breath, she was boiling deep down inside like a charcoal fire.

I was in tears as I began packing the broken glasses on the floor, emeka her son ran out of the kitchen for fear , Aunty Amara’s eyes were red like that of a loin , looking into her eyes got me scared as I prayed silently to God;

” lord I commit my spirit on to your hands ” silently I prayed in tears .

” Am sorry aunty Amara ” I cried out, holding the broken plates glasses . She immediately started looking for something around the kitchen but couldn’t find exactly what she really wanted.

She stood a while and took the broken plates and smashed them on my four head as blood started flowing down from my head to my chin. I was badly in pains as I shouted;

” Jesus !! Aunty Amara ” I cried out in pains .

” Even Jesus can’t safe you here . So because I didn’t give you my food that’s why you broke my plate right ? Today I will show you pepper, I will not only lock you up I will kill you with my barehands you ,useless thing . I wonder why I took you in from the first place ” she sparked like a wild fire .

” It wasn’t me that broke your plates , it was emeka your son ,I tired to tell him to leave them for me to wash but he wouldn’t listen ” I explained in tears .

She gazed at me in anger .

” Which emeka ? Did I asked emeka to wash the dishes or I sent you to wash the dishes ? So you now want to lie against my son . Come here !!” She shouted .

” I didn’t break your plates aunty ” I pleaded with tears .

“I said come here !!” She shouted one more time. I took some steps to where she was and she landed a slap on my face .

” If I don’t treat you like this, you will never learn , no wonder your parents left you to wallow in the hands of those two old fools . If this is how you have been doing to them over there in the village , this is city I won’t allow you do same here emba nu, nu not in my house. Will you pack those glasses before I use them on you one more time” she spoke wrathfully and left the kitchen .

My head was hot blood kept dripping as I pack the glasses in tears , I swept the kitchen making sure all the broken glasses were swept out .

I was sitting outside the compound thinking about my life when I remembered what i had told Grandpa before coming to the city , i said ;

” Grandpa , I don’t want to leave you and Grandma , I want to spend the rest of my life with you in the village and beside I don’t want to stay with a stranger I know nothing about , I am just four years old . If you don’t want me to stay with you just take me to my parents I know they won’t send me away when they sees me” I said to Grandpa.

Immediately tears started dripping from his eyes, he was touched with my words. He gazed at me and said ;

” My son, we know you are too Young to be in the hands of a stranger . But there’s something I must tell you , your aunty Amara is not a stranger to you , she is your aunty , your mom elder sister . She will treat you like a prince for she has been wanting you to come over to the city . And we are not sending you away from the house because we don’t love you , we do care about you , the truth is that we don’t have enough money to send you to school and you know we hardly feed. Don’t worry , by the time government pays my allowance I will come and pick you up no matter where you are ” grandpa spoke in tears , giving me assurance.

I was outside crying like someone who has no one around . I was badly in tears and blood when Ada walked towards me and said;

” You don’t have to cry , my mom is always like that , emeka told me everything that you didn’t break those plates . But why didn’t you tell her you didn’t break them ?” Ada asked .

” I told her I didn’t but she wouldn’t listen ” I replied .

She went in to the house and brought hot water and a rag and pressed them on my four head.

She was pressing them when we both heard a scream from the kitchen. She immediately dropped the rag and ran to the kitchen .

As a child , I ran to the kitchen as well to witness the reason behind the clamored. Getting there, emeka’s feet was in blood he stepped on a sharp glass in the kitchen . He was crying like a baby as blood continue to flow down his feet .