How can I cope with all this? Is becoming too much that am not sure if I can bear them all
That was my reaction when I couldn't bear the situation again; you can imagine losing my younger brother and my immediate uncle the same day while I was trying to get over that my father lost his job, and we had to relocate to the village where we also faced another challenge.
Full life story
One evening my father came back from work with leftover food and he ate the food with my younger brother and my mother, I wasn't feeling too well so I had some fruit and went to bed, early in the morning my father got a message that my uncle was involved in an accident and he's admitted in the hospital, my father quickly rushed out of the house and my mother followed him immediately, on getting to the hospital my uncle was confirmed dead by the doctor, immediately my father passed out and was admitted in the same hospital because it wasn't upto six months he lost his brother now another one, my mother was focused on how to get my father okay not knowing that something terrible has happened at home.
My younger brother started stooling and vomiting not quite long after they left the house, and I was all alone with him, I ran out to call our neighbors, but before they got to the hospital, my brother was already dead, I was in the hospital waiting for my parents not knowing that my father was admitted.
After a while, my father regained consciousness and demanded to be discharged so that they could come home to check on us, when they got home, the neighbors told them what had happened and that I was still at the hospital, my parents were just confused about why all this are happening the same time.
After the burial of both my brother and my uncle, we thought everything was over not knowing that more was coming, just a few days my dad got a letter from the company he was working with informing him that his boss had relocated to America so there will be no need for his service again, that means we have to move from the company apartment, the notice was too short and my father couldn't get another apartment with such short notice, my father decided that we will have to relocate to the village since we have a house over there.
My father said, "Let's go home. At least we will have a roof over our heads." He didn't know what was to befall us.
The truth is that I wasn't happy that we were relocating to the village at all, but I had to obey my parents, I was missing my friends so much, so I was just moody all through the 12-15 hrs trip with lots of loads we were carrying, the fact that I was going home without my younger brother was another painful part of the journey ðŸ˜.
Approaching our compound, my father said "At last, I am back to my own home," and he started bringing out our loads from the bus that brought us home.
My mother took the house key and, approaching the door, she shouted "Honey, Come." My dad thinking, maybe she saw an animal replied "Uche, what's that? You can see I am busy here.", "Honey, come first," my mom replied.
My father walked straight to the door with me, and what we saw was surprising, our house had been robbed, and almost all the roofs were removed, the door was already open so we went inside and saw that all the kitchen utensils, the bed, everything for a living has been stolen the house was automatically empty.
My father looked at me and shouted "Why all these challenges just in a year??"
I started crying, it became obvious to me that It never rains, but it pours; I don't have a comfortable home, I lost my brother and uncle, I am missing my friend dearly, everything was just happening at the same time and I don't have an answer to why it's like that.
Well, I thought that with time, I would get over everything if another challenge didn't add up, making the old wounds fresh again, leading to more pain and sorrow.
That was how our village life started and continued.