SEC-S18W6:Once upon a time when I was a child!

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That morning was very awful for my mom. She had to do the chores, take care of my older brother, and take him to school. On her way back, she was informed of a critical accident that took place along the expressway, and my dad was involved. It was a gasly motor accident.

My mom took it upon herself to go see my dad at the hospital. He was bandaged everywhere and was almost not being recognized by anyone. After one month, my dad started speaking, and my mom went into labor.

A beautiful baby girl was delivered, and that was me. My dad was so happy to see me. It was a painful story, but my coming healed the pain. I was this baby that would suck her finger from morning till whenever I am fed.

Sometimes my mom said she forgot about me because I would never cry. She leaves me at home and goes to the market very far from home and still returns to cook before attending to me. I was very peaceful with my finger inside my mouth.

Growing with my parents was sweet and lovely, and as the only daughter, I had everything available. When I turned one, my birthday was celebrated in the neighborhood with lots of kids.

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I became Daddy's girl. I don't eat without my daddy. I will wait for his return before I eat my dinner, and as for breakfast, we eat together before he leaves the house every morning.

Every Sunday, my daddy takes me and my siblings out for sightseeing. We go different places in town to have fun, and when we return, everyone retires to bed.

My childhood was sweet and fun. I was taught by my mom how to cook, do house chores, take care of my siblings, and take care of a home. My mom never gave me a breathing space while at it.

As the only girl child, I am to know everything about a home, so my mom never allowed me to stay away from her. At 18 was the first time I was to leave my home for a holiday.

I never traveled without my parents, and it was only on Christmas days. But this time, my uncle requests that I leave home and experience life elsewhere so I can blend with other children. It was a nice trip, but my mom was worried that her daughter was taken away.

I didn't stay for so long, and I was back. It was my first experience. During weekends, my mom would make my hair with ribbons and some harps, and it turned out beautiful. This made our neighbor bring her daughter for my mom to fix her hair. Now the girl did the same hair just like me, hmm.

Oh, I remembered one hairstyle that was my dream hairstyle, but my mom would never allow me to do it; she says it would distract me from learning. But during my graduation, I would insisted that if I don't do telephone curls, then no graduation for me.

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sourceMy favorite style of hair

My mom immediately did it to let peace reign. I can be stubborn, especially when I desire something so dearly. Each time I misbehaved, my mom would ask me to kneel down and wait for my dad to return, but when she discovered that my dad never flogged me, she stopped asking me to kneel and wait; she would deal with me her own way.

I had a very serious and interesting childhood. Do you know my teacher's comment on my report booklet every session? Let me tell you, "very intelligent and smart but talks too much." The first time my mom saw that comment, she never noticed the intelligent and smart; all she noticed was "talks too much," and that became the topic of the week.

Weekend nights are always story-telling nights in my family. After meals, we would all sit right in the compound and listen to the stories from Mom and Dad as the moonlight shines.

There are lots of stories in my childhood, but time would fail me to go on and on. Oh, how I was the favorite, nearest, and smartest pupil in my school. Every session, prizes are given, and I returned home with packs of prizes.

In my church, I was among the bright children who go home with gifts because after teachings, questions will be asked, and those who get it correctly are gifted.

Did I tell you about eating together at lunch time with my siblings? Oh, it was sweet. We shared the same plate, and that bonded us for this long. We grew loving each other.

When I got admitted into the university, it was good news for my parents. My mom went to the market and bought all the available food stuff she saw. I traveled with two big bags of food 🤣. After 2 weeks, my mom would call to know if the food is finished so that she sends another one. They spoilt me though...

Sometimes I wish I could reverse the hands of time so I can experience a little of my childhood days. I only live in the memory of my childhood.

I invite @eliany @mariami @ruthjoe