***My Short Story Continues*** HAPPY NEW YEAR. Because of many things that kept my mind busy, I even forgot that it was the last day of the year. The 31st of December, the day many people had so many celebrations for. Every day of the year was just the same to me, even though my mom would try all she could to make us part of the momentum. I was from a poor home, poor village without the fancy and colored meals we would hear of from people who had visited urban. I never visited any relatives, not because I didn’t want to, but because I never knew any. I hated December and its holidays, it brought anger in me when hearing other kids talking about Christmas clothes and New Year clothes and presents. I never had those. I only had ’nice’ clothes when a good Samaritan would feel shame or sympathy for me, they would give me a trouser or two. It was well with my soul as I accepted that I was poor and raised by a single mother, who had no other alternatives. In our village, we grew up enjoying Christmas and New Year in a different style. We would go house to house asking for Christmas food, that was our culture and everyone loved it. That was our only Christmas present..... Like the page Lil Hemiy and get more.... WRONG TURN tomorrow. #Hemiy
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 18:20:10 +0000
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