The cries of an Angel

e only daughter. On my mother's side, I cannot tell you more since I lost it from birth. It was my father who took responsibility for filling both

o turn on the light when this one suddenly lights up and leaves me ebahi on the spot. My apartment was filled with everyone I love including my neighbors and their children. I didn't want to but I couldn't help but shed a few tears of joy. Khalil came to take me in his arms, chissotting me sweet words. I can't help but scream when I see the man in my life come out of the crowd. My darling dad, my confidant and friend. Without waiting I jumped into her like a princess. I thought at first that this day was the worst day of my life that ended beautifully. It all went very well in laughter, gift and hassle. The same night my father turned into guinea. I did everything to keep him overnight with me but he did not want to pretend that he has an emergency to settle as soon as he arrived in Guinea. No choice, Khalil and I accompanied him to the airport. The next day Morning. A new day came to show up towards the horizon at the great Sylla Family. A family made up of several people. The great lady of the house was sitting on the mat displaying under the veranda surrounding these two sons Ousmane and Oumar. Little Ramata with her big belly out to the last degree went towards them the members trembling for fear that her dear and tender beauty would lower her again. She genuflection first before opening her mouth to greet her beautiful family. She: hello mom, hello brothers. The two brothers ( in choirs ): how are you Rama? She ( head still lowered ): good. When Mother Koumba looked, she was already looking to turn to the other side after having chosen her beautiful daughter well. She ( turning her head ): what are you waiting for to serve breakfast? Rama: j .... that's why I came to tell you mom. Breakfast is served. She: what did you prepare? Rama: Broth for you and rice for .... She ( shouting ): hey, go right away to get this thing off my table. I don't want broth this morning understood? Ousmane: but what are you doing mom? It was not you who suggested to your beautiful daughter to prepare the broth for breakfast each morning? She: I was the one who said but today I will only eat fonio accompanied by the okra sauce. The menu has changed this Morning. Oumar: what are you doing mom ? Look at Rama, she's tiring to the neck. Sltp eats the broth for today tomorrow it's Faty who's going to the kitchen. She will prepare what you want okay. She: you close it Oumar, stop intervening every time I give orders to this little lazy. I told my son not to take this kind of stepdaughter to me, but he does as he pleases. Ousmane: look how she tires mom. She: and me ? Nobody helped me have my 4 years children. I got them all by fulfilling my perfect daughter-in-law duty. What she wears is not egg but a person. The little princess taking her place on the mat: what are you waiting for to do what my mother asks you? With watery eyes, Rama turned back to the kitchen in the yard. Each she had a kitchen in their apartments but their dear mother-in-law forbids her to cook there. She made her stepdaughters work but for Ramata she wore it not at all in her heart. Given the unconditional love that his son felt for his wife , she thought that all that the latter earned was only for his wife since it is Sheikh who is the fold of the family. These two big brothers do nothing with their ten fingers. At his young age, he was responsible for all family expenses. The only thing that kept Rama in her household was the love that showed her her husband. Since the beginning of their meeting, mother Koumba did not agree to their marriage. She did everything but their love was stronger than anything. The youngest of the Fifi family can only mount her mother against her sisters-in-law. She would take out the ingredients in the kitchen when she heard the voice of her husband screaming at her nephews who were fighting with each other. She wiped her tears from the back of her hand and then opted for a happy face before going out to welcome her husband as if nothing had happened. She ( taking the bag that held her husband ): how are you my love? Sheikh ( pulling her by the waist then fucks her lips ): I'm doing great and you ? Didn't babies tire you too much I hope? She ( smile ): they were very wise today. Sheikh, th