The day I buried my mother was the same day I buried the soft part of me.People came around pretending to care, crying and throwing words of comfort I no longer believed in. But among everyone standing there, my eyes stayed fixed on one person.Chief Edwin Okafor
My uncle.The same man who threw my mother and I out after my father died. The same man who took over my father’s properties and left us struggling in a tiny one-room apartment.
I still remember the day my mother needed surgery. I knelt before him, begging for help.
But he looked at me coldly and said, "’m not responsible for your problems.”three years later, my mother died slowly because we couldn’t afford treatment.
And there he was at her burial… pretending to be heartbroken.
That was the day I promised myself something.
One day, I’ll make him feel this pain too. 1/4