The Child's Father

very long dark hair and even though I don't wear fan

ways told me I was very beautiful and so, even when I was bullied and told otherwise of myself, I trusted in my

heads turn. I was not really into makeup and those kind of stuff.

in but it glowed like I spent thous

I smiled and my smile attracted a lot of customers to the

ored and shunned them all because I felt they didn't really like me and were j

he world works and in all sincerity, I wasn't really ready for all that so she didn't really hav

homas had caugh

t he saved me from some girls who we

ighborhood about one year before the incident. I admired him a lot.

a word to anyone. He didn't mingle with people in the neighborhood but he had frien

in that ghetto I call my neighbourhood, he was different from the street way of life and the thuggish lifes

older girls that resembled gangsters approached me and warned me

as also dumbfounded because I wasn't even in a relatio

nd that I wasn't even involved in a relationship but they disbelieved me and kept on threa

n and the girls had immediately ran off

ad heard a

standing there, smiling and

. He had never said a word to me before then and I didn't b

everything wa

s bullying me and had just played a siren tone fr

ovies. I didn't know why but I immediately ran and gave him a

d years but the age difference wasn't important. I liked him a lot and I immediately gav

Jos where I also lived. He stayed alone and work

ospital bills at the time she was bedridden in the little way he could. My mum only saw him as

nd my mood swings. He always apologized even when I was wrong and to top i

find such a gent

e to give in to Mr Grumpy's demands but I had promised John he'd be the first guy to ever have sex with me. I wasn't ready to sleep with anyone, heaven knew I wasn't b

ght so I went to his house to offer myself to him before going back to the unbearable man my mother worked for. I didn't have a

in the doorway, "Hey, baby, what are you doing here? My goodness! Have you been crying? Talk to me, baby. Your b

d a fain

our mother? Hope the accident wasn't that ba

on a fake smile and he even remembered I had ru

asn't," I

ing. It was my problem, not his. H

great ne

said, more li

y for

d heard what

ed deep into his eyes. All I saw was love and con

linched, leaving me perplexed;

you want thi

sure," I replied

ut the door behind us, and so