MY KIND OF HELL

mother's frail voice calling to her. She was o

in this state broke her heart. Her once happy mother had been reduced to nothing but an empty woman with hollow chee

r, always making sure she lacked nothing. Not that she did not have a father, her fa

k for help. But the man looked at her in disgust and told her to forget abo

r her mother. She remembered the office well because her mother had once gone with her to ask for help with her school fees

lding right in front of her. This was her father's company a