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m ended, Sunny was now thirteen years old, and she was used to the life

look for a job hit her hard. Going to the limelight meant exposure and she did

nking of how her daughter will be a great perso

r dressing was also corrected, The clothes she had started wearing no

a daughter of a king, those oversize trousers should

to like them," S

n your voice, you should speak your English, don'

t, it's impossible to sell any doughnuts," Sunny replied, her mother was be

reet life, and involve herself with drugs, that's why she was restricted

her special since she had refused to indulge or play With them. They did not

ook at me, they beat me up badly and I was helpless and their abu

ills protect you and show them you can fight, "Hilda Blue gave in, she was tired of l

ed, Without fear and tears she fought them, they managed to beat her, but she had shown a few notes some dust, a few of them we

re money from most of them who were malnourished, and every time they thought If playing this fighti

in until she crowned herself a winner, eventually,

her " Perfect English" Since the time she was there she never took the street twang and

to lie down for some days without going to beg or sell the

to cook for you, I got no cash left in me," Hilda sai

worry mama, and I will be back at

e is I get to that bathroom make my hair, and clean myself," Hilda said, There was no ot

ou doing this to save me," Sunny s

ing morning she came with a few provision

er told her daughter where she was going, Sunny had gotten better and since her Mother insisted on

nvolved in a fight or she had been beaten, Sunny took her in, made her sit in the bathroom since she refused to see a doctor claiming she co

r, Sunny made breakfast and tended to her mother's wo

he kings, and only wonderfully things should happen to you, am sorr

spent the whole day whining, the little and small S

e looking ruggedly with spiked hair unwashed and Sunny met with her she th

ly aged, her asking had sagged full its lines and wrinkles, and her shiny curls were n

n water and I beg for sop, why can't you clean

ur tears and face the world shoulders high, don't let your mot

ife our poverty, I have never seen those kindly days in my

, You are 14 now a young mature girl with your beauti

and I come home empty handed why not swallow that pride and your dimmed exp

river, and you can sell them at the highway, " Hilda hugged her daughter and

hat did we do, we need redemption, hope a

curls and hair are enough reason that

she always wanted the best, but she was not trying enough, she gave up easily and maybe cursed the wo