Losing Your Parent

Long time ago I lived with my whole family, we were not a rich family, living with my mother and siblings whilst our dad was in parts of the country looking for jobs here and there, we have a very pleasant childhood , our mother was a tailor and she made sure that my siblings and I we have the best she never had in life. while we only saw our father once in a while, we use to visit him and we were still young I cannot recall what was the situation but we knew that my mom and him always fights, maybe it was because of the distance or maybe they had adult issues I don't know. we went to school and mother made sure we had someone to take care of us while she is busy working late night , and sometimes she would sleep at her brother's place and we would have a care giver

In late 90s my mother had moved out of our home to her brothers place where she could be at peace, because now father had moved on where he was staying and there were issues that didn't concern us but later did because we were the ones moving around, mother decided that my brothers and sister should move to her mothers place (my granny's) and I was left with her since I'm the oldest, she wanted me to take care of things when I come from school. stuff like house chores. It was amazing because I was with my mother and I missed my siblings, and above all I missed my dad which mom replaced with a guy she moved in with and she was happy, because I guess she was having a lot with daddy. She was now pregnant with the guy she was living with.

My mom seemed happy maybe it is because I was young, smiling everyday was being happy to young me at the time. One day I was from school and mother was still pregnant and she was not feeling well and she called me "Zabree? I replied "mom" she told me to come in and she said "seat down your uncle and I have to tell you something , because I was young I thought I was going to get a new doll She said ï am sick but that does not mean I'm going to die , it means I will go to hospital a take pills I will be fine, your uncle and I have the thing called AIDS (the uncle was the man my mom was living with), I did not anything about aids at the time, and weeks later my mom was in labour with my little brother I was just excited I was going to have another brother. and I have already forgotten about the sickness, until she came back with a baby and she was calling my granny to come and pick up the baby because she was going back to hospital

she was very sick and I don't know the feeling I was feeling at the moment, but I learnt to live withit and she later died and our Aunt moms sister took us to live with her and that was the beginning of my childhood ending...