This is a story from a broken home, January 2001 after the birth of the last child of our family, everything that I used to call home as a 9 year old, which included the house, the people, the love and all that comes with a family of 6 was beginning to fall apart.
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My father discovered he had a son from his youthful days that he never knew about, and this was kept a secret from him because, the Woman was to get married to another man, which she did and 13 years down the line she had a problem with her husband because he discovered that the son he has been caring for for 12 years isn't his. And the ripple effect landed in my then peaceful house.
My mother could not come to terms with another woman's child coming into our house because that was the resolution of the families, she bluntly asked my dad to choose between his son and the marriage and this was not really an easy choice to make, so she helped him, she moved away with the newly born baby and our youngest daughter, we were lost without our mom because she was all that made sense in life, how we eat, when we go to school, when we sleep and how we behaved was all shaped by her and now she was gone, we were left shatterd.
Not long after our step brother moved in with us, things changed, my dad paid more attention to him maybe trying to make up for the lost time and we were just second choice and this point without a mom to speak for us.
Faced with these challenge, our major problem was food because we were still in school but my dad cared little about our upkeep because at this point about June 2002 his mistress moved into the house and that spelled doom for us, over worked, under fed my elder brother King got I'll of common malaria that could be cured with just attention, he was left to me and my kid sis Hope, in less than a week into these illness he died-This was and is still the most painful thing I ever felt, his death left a hole in my heart till this day I still morn and won't till I see him in again.
Why this is most painful to me is because we the children didn't play any part in their separation but why did we suffer the most? His death seem to open the lid that has been blocking their eyes because afterwards we moved in with our mom and till this day we are with her, and my dad regrets every of his action till this day and we have been unable to forgive or forget and be family again, although we still call him and visit him where he lives with his mistress and son.
